“’Lo.
How are you?”
How he was once:
Wide smile, yellowing teeth
Biting off a cigar laugh.
A glad-hand sharing whiskey;
Tousling a small child’s hair,
While I trailed his path.
How he once was.
“’Lo.
How are you?”
How he was once:
He had a foreman’s stare.
His greeting would involve
You with its gruff ease,
But he has come to cease,
Morning mist dissolved.
How such a long time is
Since it was he was.
The Greeter: 1900-1957
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