For a few short weeks
the world travelled an impossibly smooth arc.
No tantrums of weather
or reluctance from invoices.
The trucks always found the right address –
the yard the exact request.
We were like Batman and Robin
rather than knocking out felons, we knocked up fences.
The tone was always apologetic
they hadn’t thought necessary …. but ..…
“realize now we should have ….
could you …. if you have time?” No problem.
Gratitude as currency –
we always got tea,
sometimes home baking
“anything else?” The young mothers would ask.
Bill always had a ready and fresh double entrendre.
Nowadays it would be sexual harassment. They loved it.