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early birds

 

early birds

it is morning now, at least
according to the schedule roughly
tacked behind the service desk

seven birds nesting in the half-lit
letters K and O peer down as if
measuring me for something

inside, they are changing the price
tags so that I can’t tell if I am coming
or going let alone count the cost

in the bakery I ask if they have
garlic bread yet and Ava who is old
enough to be my mother yells at me

that I should make it myself but I just grin
and yell back that the night shift are a bunch
of slackers and suddenly we are friends

the only cart I can find keeps shocking
me but the checkout girl just shrugs
and says yeah some of them do that

at five a.m. this store is a wilderness,
fluid and fierce and fresh, and how I
love to scratch among these early birds

 

a little word picture to share with friends over at the dVerse Poet’s Pub.

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Senior day

Today was Senior Day in town.
Everywhere I went was awash
in blue rinse and that thin brown whiz
they offer up as free coffee.

At the Goodwill, the checkout girl
said without looking up, “Do you get a
discount?” Then flicked her weary lashes
towards me before saying, “I guess not.”

At the grocery, an elderly acquaintance
bellowed across three aisles that I was
looking far too thin. And the line was clogged
with hearing aids unable to read the self-serve screens.

Out in the parking lot, my way was blocked
by a perfectly-preserved 1980s Buick
straddling two spaces while its near-sighted
owner struggled with the gear shift.

Strangely reassuring, then, to arrive in the plumbing
aisle of the hardware store, and have a grey-haired
woman stop pushing a giant ladder just long enough
to yell, “There’s some young man here who needs help!”

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