selling

It was too hot
in the parking lot
the need for shade
was a case to be made
with no respect
for the architect

She was hauling
a black zippered nylon case
on dinky wheels
out of the Convention Centre

It looked like the end
of a very long useless
day in a long line
of very long useless days

It was too hot
in the parking lot
the need for shade
was a case to be made
with no respect
for the architect

Her shoes looked a little
too skuffed too high
her skirt was slightly askew
her hair a bit too red
her eyes a bit bagged

I could see
too many attempts
to attempt too much
you can face only
so much disinterest
so much rejection

And it begs one question:
who loves this woman?
and the answer
is no one, not even herself.

It was too hot
in the parking lot
the need for shade
was a case to be made
with no respect
for the architect

About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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