My mailman delivers my mail, mows my lawn and quietly leaves unexpected gifts at the neighbors’ houses…He knows everyone by name and most of their personal business…He gives advice for pruning shrubs and getting rid of ants…he gave “air hugs” long before we heard about a pandemic and is one the many reasons I enjoy living in a small town. This is a poem for him.
Sweet Summer surprise
Tomatoes left on door step
Gardens grow good friends
Watermelon Walk 