This is an older poem that I don't think I've posted before because I didn't have a pic to post with it. So, two days ago I finely took a shot at Homeland with my favorite model, David!
Homeland, the
Day Before Thanksgiving
Swerving around the older lady
stuffed inside a whimpering
pair of anemic blue jeans.
stuffed inside a whimpering
pair of anemic blue jeans.
David on the
move, his beat up cowboy hat
turns into a sail that guides him effortlessly
through the cluster of stalled shopping carts
in aisle 24: detergent, bleach, household wares.
turns into a sail that guides him effortlessly
through the cluster of stalled shopping carts
in aisle 24: detergent, bleach, household wares.
Somewhere the whisper of electronic Christmas
music, the
muted grunt of registers whirling
as an elflike
employee fills
the baskets in the fresh fruit section:
bright, red apples, eye blinding, orange
tangerines. No smile upon this grocer’s face;
he does not whistle as he wipes his hands
on a soiled apron and prepares
to load the bins across the aisle
with cucumbers greener than a summer field
and broccoli crowns with their legs cut off;
they cost much more than those with stems.
the baskets in the fresh fruit section:
bright, red apples, eye blinding, orange
tangerines. No smile upon this grocer’s face;
he does not whistle as he wipes his hands
on a soiled apron and prepares
to load the bins across the aisle
with cucumbers greener than a summer field
and broccoli crowns with their legs cut off;
they cost much more than those with stems.
I can't help
but smile for him
while the cold from outside still pinches
at my nose and cheeks.
rrw 11-24-13
(rewrites o1-28-15)while the cold from outside still pinches
at my nose and cheeks.
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