July 19, 2011

Checkout

Elderly greeters 
gather at the entrance. 
My wish list has expanded
beyond the limits 
of my life, 
my ability to pay, 
my reasons for existence.
Perhaps this explains
people loitering 
in every aisle, 
dropped items 
broken on the floor,
children crying 
over what 
they cannot have.
Since my cart is full 
of things I do not need,
I will proceed to checkout.
Going through the exit,
there will be one more
look into my bag,
just to make sure
I'm okay to leave.


7/2011