Bill Grace - First Route Run

Before sunrise - walking dog
The glow of the GPS and the map book
The hazard blinker on
Tell me he is lost
Or at the very least off his game.

The cute red car is not too far
From one I owned in youth.
The newspaper waits in my driveway.
He has missed the neighbor's delivery.
The dark of a first route run
Does not just belong to newsboys.

Bill Grace

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