Grocery Poem Xxi
ten feet away
from the woman with sunken,
tired eyes, sifting through her coupons
a crumpled dollar bill
is flattened against a man’s
paint splattered, sun-stained jeans.
he walks out, pockets lined with possibility,
she walks out with a stooped back.
the automatic door slides open
for the both of them all the same.
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