Note: Nothing special, and I know it. I wrote it at the store, while sitting at a lounge table near the coffee shop with my brother. It was blistering hot that day (my grandmother never permitted the AC to be used.)
How long have we been here?
Forever and a day.
Refuge from the
blistering heat outside
thank Heaven for stores.
Quaint music fills my ears,
cart wheels rolling, people strolling,
packages, boxes, cans, containers.
Do man-made things have any end?
Din atmosphere, soft lights,
refuge at a table to escape
from the crowds.
Voices squawking, like
parrots. Elephants. Monkeys.
Tell me the difference
between a store and a zoo.
Better to be burned
by the sun
than by people.