Baskets
Slim elegance, pencil-sharp,
dark business skirt,
pure contrasts
where the black cuts
a clear white neckline.
Stretchy pants,
wide at the beam,
rumpled fore and rear,
a clear predilection
for sweats.
The two women
enter by the same door,
both will leave
by the same door,
never noting each other.
The fuzzy store-greeter,
stacks baskets,
none of which
will have a self-image
until filled.
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