This box of Dots
"good choice"
the cashier said
after he'd explained
his black eye
It was a beauty
waltzed right
into his epidurmis
via a tumble
down the stairs
He set the candy box
aside, pointed his scanner
at one of two books
without comment
reading 1.99
My second choice
no sticker
"This a children's book?"
he asked
"Say yes,"
he instructed me
placing Billy Collins
back down
on the counter
Days later I thought
he hadn't been
too far from
the truth.
Categories: Poetry
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