The Prosopagnosiac

Pushing the grocery cart (con un análisis pausado de los que le rodean)
and looking for the area (un lugar pensado en el calor del momento)
of the store where he can (una bolsa de ensalada que no tiene cara para reconocer)
get the bags of salad that (“Very Veggie” por Dole es su favorito) 
he routinely purchases (una rutina que le aburre en algo de la locura)
every week, the man  (cada paso está más cerca de a la muerte y lejos de la vida)
finds himself in this (tocando el tambor de la mediocridad)
same isle, doing the (buscando para arándanos agrios y picatostes)
same thing & yet on (una eternidad bostezo)
this day a strange (hoy algo diferente?)
woman comes walking (sus labios, sus ojos, tan bellos)
towards him---she (y, sin embargo, y sin embargo, él que quiere saber su)
smiles as if to say hello (tratando de forzar a sonreír)
to a long lost friend, (para que ella se sienta cómoda, para invitarla a su ojos)
however, he doesn’t (él no se puede!)
recognize a thing about (tener al no haber una memoria o una pista de cualquier tipo)
her & it shows on his face. (él cuelga la cabeza con tristeza, y camina por  más allá de su)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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October 21, 2011 at 9:26 AM
this poem makes me wish i was still a pirate
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October 21, 2011 at 12:13 PM
@PoetDestroyer~A. interesting reaction lol. thanks for taking the time to read!
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