MILK WAGON DAYS poem

Milk-Wagon Days

I remember horse hooves
following steamy
breaths,
eyes leather-protected

and little boy friendships

through alleys,
between overstuffed garbage
cans and
a serenade of clinking

milk bottles announcing
morning deliveries.

We eagerly awaited our hero
to appoint
one of us, hoping for
a chance to be today’s
helper

and the lucky one
jumps aboard the wagon
slowly
clinking away.

© 2002-2008 Richard L. Provencher

first published December 2008
Gloom Cupboard
ISSN: 1756-6681 (5)
Printed by erbacce-press
Liverpool UK 2008