Saturday, May 7, 2022

At the Hissing Electric Eye Doors - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

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At the Hissing Electric Eye Doors

 

An old man shuffles his walker to the doors

          The sanitary wipes are to the left

A gum-chewer brushes by with a plastic sack

          Ranks of shopping carts rust to the right

 

A child skips through; her mother yells, “Wait! Wait!”

          A three-color circular blows by

An angry woman flings her cigarette down

          Right there beneath the NO SMOKING sign

 

Another old man growls, “Son of a *****!”

          Because he’s pulled the cart with a wobbly wheel

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