Poem -- cloud

By @taris1/22/2018poetry
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cloud

Working at Michael's® Arts and Crafts I look at customers coming thru lines. Lights above and credit cards change hands, one by one by one. The signatures numbers all as fast as you can go they stand in line as fast as you can go, they stand in line waiting to make their purchase rolling eyes and - You punch in the codes, scan the bars, slide the cards, and wait for approval.

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Don't worry you're approved your card has made it once again and stars sing out in the night. Bar codes along sibilant dreams reach inwardly to find factories in China churning out plastic floral items for 59 cents and upon a porch they sit presiding over the silences between arguments and the baseball games of your children. There are some newlyweds or almost so coming thru my line and I stand there as one among you fresh out of the mental hospital you constructed one summer for me to study the ways of heaven and cloud.
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