Black Plastic Pallets
I see huge black plastic--
layers of large squares stacked
and skating ominously
through the grocery store
on small wheels.
Thick and huge, huge and thick.
I see them transported back and forth,
in and out of swinging doors.
I wonder what they weigh.
'Wonder what they cost.
They must be trading them on
the black market, because they're
black and they are in the market.
Someone's trading them
for wood ones. They would want
wood ones instead of plastic.
Then they place plastic
instead of wood ones
in their place. The place is full
of black plastic pallets, and
no one's calling the police.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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