Midnight At a 7-Eleven
The chocolate bars are dozing
on their shelves,
the beers and sodas snoring
in the fridge.
The magazines, too, have snuggled up
under their covers for the night.
I tiptoe down the drowsy aisle
and back out the door,
not wanting to disturb the cashier
sitting sleepless behind the counter,
catching up on dreams.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018
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