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Ode to a UPS Courier

You were always dressed in brown
and all I could see was blue.
When I saw you about town
I wished to say hello to you.
I'd smile at you and you'd smile back
and that smile lightened my day.
Words were stilled for lack of tact
and I watched you walk away.
I regret that loss of speech;
my short time here has run out.
You are now far out of reach
as I travel a new route.
My destiny lies on the road
and I have very far to go.
But I have a vision I hold;
your beautiful smile's glow.

July 12, 1998

 

 

 

 

 

it pays the bills dept

here is something I hope is doing no evil.

could be worse dept

there could be more of them