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 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
| from a carrier pigeon who shouldered the weight of the world entrusted to pre-teen boys who could pedal a bike with 30+ unstapled publications folded with flyers inside of yet wet print, stuffed in a logo-ed satchel, hung around the neck, delivered before school or by supper-time, chased by the canines of curs -- just the same as our mailmen -- shifting speeds at intersections hoping to avoid heavy machines and driver's neglect for brakes. dimes and quarters scooped from mailboxes, jars, under doormat, inside a door frame or porch and other designated areas a stripe-shirt with blond mop and red face could hunt, accept your currency, so bosses get their cut on a weekly basis, or just not profit in porcine safe -- because delinquent -- and 12-year-olds couldn't conceive collection without a commission-less, parent accountant. 4.3.22 giving some thought, as a former carrier |
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