Our newspaper delivery folk have come and gone
But mostly gone so I have taken note of one
Who seems to stay.
Late this morning
She sweeps into our street
Driving against what would be
The normal flow of traffic
With papers for every subscribing drive way.
Exiting she does not see
The dog, the stop sign or me.
Beyond one day's manic concentration
She is a south paw success story
That tells - in part - the secret of a greater success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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