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
Copyright © Vickey Rhymer | Year Posted 2023
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