I glance at him,
the uncomfortable man with the awkward
stare.
He gropes the back of his neck,
while a glob of grease holds back his swooping
hair.
Why is he staring?
What
is
his
thought?
Perhaps he is amazed
at all the crap
you
just
bought.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
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