Born on the Cusp of the Pig
William de Kypia

Long ago when nuns wore wimples
and boys had paper routes, roving
with bike or wagon to fling the news
onto the contented lawns, the smiling
porches of their neighbors,

When honest tradespeople bore earth’s bounty—
fresh eggs, milk, and bread, brought spotless
laundry and Avon beauty to the ordinary
housewife's very door—

When each day the same postman
delivered the mail, pennies a letter
and everyone knew his name,

We who then were young had many
futures, all of them brilliant.