Shopping Poem
Who are you?
There, behind the counter
Then
Coming around it to show the shoes
Where are you?
Now, transferred and moved
But
Never quite remembered or forgotten
During a movie - a junky movie,
You’re resurrected
Just for the flicker of a frame
And then hours later you’re still hanging on like a never drying towel
A half read paragraph
Or a blurry photograph
Or a daydream that can’t be LEGO assembled - too many parts gone. Too many days lost.
May 27, 2018
Ⓒ May 27, 2018 by Luke DeLalio