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Strange Night at the Supermarket

Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher who writes about various subjects, including education and creative writing.

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Closing in on midnight,

and my eyes have a blurry sight.

My ragged soul ventures
to the neighborhood grocery store, painted white.

***

Outside, ladies in a car take selfies,

giggling as they tease
the cellphone's lens.
Care not who sees.

***

Inside, an old, haggard man

fetches, opens and guzzles from a soda can.
Heavy, lonely eyes
gaze forward, blank and bland.


***

One man with a leg brace

-- bowlegged and a scarred face.
Seeks the booze
in 12 packs or a case.

***

All the while amidst this rage

of this supermarket cage,
Jim Morrison sings over the intercom.
Oh, that disheveled sage!


***

People are strange he says,

makes me wonder if he knew of these nighttime ways.
Still no doubt about this shopping palace;
It comes alive at the end of days.

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© 2019 Dean Traylor

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