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Rubaiyat
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Met at supermarket, disguised under
masks illuminating our crisis.
“Haven't we met before?”
She laughed, wanted to know where
the dairy section was. “Just follow me,”
as if I knew! But it wasn't hard to find
and her display of patience impressed me.
“So I gather you don't work here?”
I wanted, desperately to see her face and, yet
kept my mask on that cloaked the scar on
my lower lip, from using an old razor.
“I'm just a volunteer,” I ventured and she
laughed again. “I can help you to the car, honestly.”
Piercing my eyes, she relented and then,
dropping the bags in the backseat I noticed kids sports gear.
“My son plays hockey,” she said.
“Is he any good?” I asked and then saw her ringless fingers
as she removed the gloves and reached for her purse to give me a tip.
“Pretty good, here.” I paused, not knowing what to say next and she
interpreted that as the expectation of a higher tip, but I hurried to say,
“Sorry I lied, I'm no volunteer you know.”
“No, then what, who, are you?”
“Still trying to figure out, hard these days.” She laughed again.
“At the moment just a prospector,” I said.
“Prospector for what?”
“Love of course.”
“And you look for that in the market? You're liable to get yourself killed.”
“I was first killed by love, and to reciprocate, it lend me its rainbow jacket.”
She was behind the wheel now, grinning. “Where is it now?”
“It's invisible you can only see it if you feel the love. Can you?”
She took one good look at me and then turned engine on, pulling out and then
rolled down the window. “I do. Wow, love at first sight, I thought I'm too old
for that.”
“Nonsense darling.”
“Well then shall we remove our masks?”
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