Ian McMillan

 
 

The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me
by Ian McMillan

Our paths cross in the tight dark
And his sack reflects the streetlight
And he nods and I nod
And his sack is emptier than the past
And his sack is emptier than the future
And his sack is all there is.

Our paths diverge in the clenched dark
And his sack swings like a pub sign
And I whistle and he is silent
And he walks away and I stand still
And I want to reach into last week
And his sack is all there is.
 
 

Ian McMillan was born in 1956 and he’s been a freelance writer, performer and broadcaster since 1981. He presents The Verb every Friday night on BBC Radio 3 and his latest poetry publication is Ah’ve Soiled Ma Breeks from Smith/Doorstop. Follow him on Twitter @IMcMillan