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People At the Mall

Many walk past 
Most without bags
Wearing fleece pajama pants
At 1:30 on a Sunday
Not a.m., we are at the mall
In broad daylight, 
In front of people

Their hair is tossed 
haphazardly, they are not coming from church
Or lunch at Grandma's.
One is wearing red heels, slick, patent leather maybe
High, and a sequin skirt that is not as long as my hand.
It makes her giraffe-like legs look like mini-skyscrapers
She is limping now
I feel her pain
I remember those days
Trying to look good
While blisters are killing your feet

Suddenly the bedroom slippers
and the pajama pants make sense...

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 4/8/2019 8:13:00 PM

Funny, Caren. I would love to be back at the mall. It was great fun. I did not have sore feet. Wore attractive boots and short skirts, not sequined, for sure. Everyone used to dress quite well. Those days are over! I don't like going there anymore, Panagiota

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/9/2019 12:09:00 AM

It is a great inspiration for poetry, though Patti. You could go there for that reason alone, right?

Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 4/8/2019 5:46:00 AM

oh ho ho--Suddenly the bedroom slippers and the pajama pants make sense...///

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/8/2019 8:23:00 AM

I wore bedroom slippers all over Las Vegas once after a blister came to my foot. Everyone seemed jealous of me.