Travelling Salesman

By | 22 June 2001

Was this the end of those
dusty by the side of the road
women in pinnies times? his
good-natured laugh and smile
climbed out from behind
the steering wheel of his
grey bull-nose truck.

Cuts of cloth and baby clothes
sold with been-around ease,
he'd resume his country town
round with dust rising from
behind the wheels. Our sense
of remoteness trailing along
in the camphor smells.

A memory lost now
to the bar-coded blip
of check-out aisles.

But, hey. In these times
of economic rationalisation,
soon the week's shopping'll be
moused out on computer screens.
Delivered by the company's van.

Look! Coming up your street!
The past pulling up outside your house.

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