Me, brother Steve and our dog Skipper, two months off the route for leg so sisters Marilyn and Beverly did it for me. Beverly found a boyfriend on the route next to mine.
The baker makes donuts
in the warmth of the shop
the boys fold their papers
on the stairs at the top
The snow piles up
at four A.M.
eighty papers to fold
and deliver again
All is quiet
the snow is deep
the town is snuggled
up sound asleep
Open the storm door
put the news inside
not like summer
with a bike to ride
Hard to peddle in
four layers of clothes
two hoods on the head
two scarves on the nose
The ice on those scarves
from the breath out and in
hardens and stiffens
a mask hard as tin
Back home breakfast waits
as they wake to the news
over coffee, bacon, toast
and eggs by twos
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