Into a Daydream
Our lady cashier, Karen, daydreamed again
right past me in a nearby grocery ,
her fingers fumbling over my selection
of cold cuts, bagels,and lemon powder
while a haze seemed
to grasp her thoughts under some frozen
moment of autistic innocence
like a crystallized trance.
So I followed her inside a dreamscape
while Karen narrated
this countless parade of jays hovering
above a sea of orange dahlias . In a flash,
she mumbled about Einstein, asking this man,
" Oh, did your growth hormone intake work
based on relativity's law?" Gently, from a distance ,
she relayed how Joplin wept, tending
children in a monastery--- an abstract recording
through Karen's uncut version of life's tinges.
Faltering in her own universe, she lisped a melody,
"If this were truly heaven, then death
would be it's own reward." And this lady
gently fixed her tidy uniform,
then peered into my eyes ...unseen by anyone
except myself in the din of late afternoon.
" Oh it's you, "Will that be paid in cash,
through coupons or credit card?" Smiling,
I gave some money and walked away...
moved by this rare instance of naturalnesss.
11/28/2016
The Best of James Tate Contest..Space Cadet
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