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Clerking
lipsticks on the left
hairspray on the right
a narrow aisle between them
clerking in a white smock
she squeezes her hips
through the straits
looking for something
a customer wants
seldom does she walk home
after her shift is over
without wondering how she can
do this chore for the rest of her life
the wisp of a dangling spider web
sticks to her left eyelash
startling her out of her reverie
and she brushes it away
along with her thoughts
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #118
More Poetry Pantry #360 at Poets United
More Sunday’s Whirligig #118
More Poetry Pantry #360 at Poets United