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Dreams / Limit Three Per Customer, Please
For a Supermarket Worker
We passed in the market, next to the frozen foods
Shelves mostly empty; she was checking a list
I asked her how she was doing; she paused
Then wearily sighed, “I’m just living the dream”
We are all weary, evacuation-weary
Virus-weary, and hurricane-weary
Weary from the heat and damp and rot
Weary from the motions, weary from unpaid bills
Weary from the crises that wrecked many a plan -
And some were weary before all this began
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