Orange Caught My Eye
Each morning.
6:39 a.m.
Balmy and dim.
A man
driving a white pickup truck, with a knock or two on the side
fender, quietly curves into his neighbor’s driveway. First a
gray pointed beard, worn blue jeans, and a gentle hand
retrieves the plastic covered daily news hewn on dewy lawn.
He tenderly delivers kindness to the front door of someone,
(Who still reads black words printed on newspaper)
and moves along.
TJK
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