Tote the Note

Mirror neurons wherever you look a Veritable house of mirrors. Tell me your troubles or not I will take them on all the same When you turned in line at the grocery store with eyes that called out to me message received,were you lighter in step as you walked away For I trudged out into the winter's glare tipping the scales heavier than when entering What some call Aldis I, with my mobile Freak show in tow I refer to this gauntlet as life I try to keep my head down hoping to dodge the inevitable bullet But found I am cowering by the frozen foods trying to camaflouge myself appearing aloof and cold As you step into my realm my sacred personal enclave the transference begins with a hum. Were it not for the transcendence of joy and beauty from the occasional wry smile of a child Or the grounding keen eyed sobriety of the aged I would never go out again