Aisle 3



Aisle 3

Her arm is long and kissing
and she’s gliding down Aisle 3
Eyes widening—as if she’s meeting
a new friend in every piece

OMG! Did I really just see
a sleeve reach out and halt her?
Seriously, something strange
just happened—before my own eyes
to our beloved shopper

I see blushing
I see satisfaction 
I see spinning
I see blooming

Did a red jacket really choose a lady
in the shithole
where I work
on a Tuesday 
on Isle 3?


Z

 

Sign Seeker

Sign Seeker

By day and by night,
Flashlight in his hand,
The man who seeks signs
Looks for a reason for life

In faces, places, things, words,
Both said and unsaid—
A hope to be risen—
In both his heart and his head

Off, in the distance,
On some track, a whistle blows
Possibly showing, knowing
Where and if he should go…

Relying on patience
To shine a map through
Shadows,
Walls concrete,
The track to follow

He wonders some days
If the searching is in vain
Head dropping to his feet
Oh, so very mundane 
Exhaustion.
The blank stare of a passerby

Mind marching and watching,
Still, he goes along
The sign seeker’s heart
Can be found beating
On this very night
Continuing a search,
Gripping his flashlight

Z