Interviewing Beckett's Milkman

Never saw him, even through the net curtains.
His empties were immaculately washed though.
"No Milk Today Thankyou", his notes said at first,
or "Cream on Sunday" in black ink;
small, precise, rewritten each time.
Later a typewritten "No Milk Today Please",
unsigned, weighed down by coins that were still warm.

Tim Love

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