DREAM JOB

paperboy

Every night

when I lie in bed

I return to the profession

that I had as a boy.

I am the paper boy

racing through a neighborhood

at record speeds

finishing my route

before first light.

It is a rush

to rush through the morning

prior to the world's awakening.

It is a pleasure

to nightly return

to the past

rather than wake up

to trudge

yet again

to the Times

and my daily deadlines.