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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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/30/2019 3:29:00 PM

This is deep, and interesting. I have read it twice, and I think it is a psychological study in poetry form, Eric.

Eric Ashford
Date: 9/30/2019 3:32:00 PM

Thanks dear Caren, from one phycological study to another! At least we're not basket cases yet - I think :-)