Apocalyptic at five,

wheels and hooves

as the milkman came.

To a restless child

no other dark

like five a.m.,

with the clink of glass

as the milkman came.

Something is lost

from this different age:

milk is now part of a grocery page;

the milkman’s horse

is a childhood dream,

and the clink of glass

is how some things seem

— Beverly Boyd lives in Lawrence.