I  remember seeing him
moving slowly up the ramp.
By then  mail  had been sorted
and many of us converged
with keys in hand
to access little boxes
where catalogues and bills
and pleas for cash
and  an occasional letter
were all stuffed side by side.
He came more cautiously
than the rest of us
and more quietly as well.
His greetings were subdued
and then he left
in the manner he had come.
Briefly I assessed his needs
and then returned to mine with speed.
It wasn’t hardly any time at all
‘til I became that man.
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