two boxes of thin mints

the little girl
scout two doors down
comes knocking with
her dad. she has
a sash around
her white starched
shirt and green
uniform. her shoes
are black and
scuffed from
the snow and
walking. two boxes
of thin mints i
say before a word
comes out of her
mouth, she smiles.
that will be
eight bucks, please,
she says, and her
dad winks at her.
i go and get the
cash. i shake her
father's hand
and then hers.
it's small and
light. she is
angelic as she
counts the money.
thank you she says,
life is wonderful
and simple like
that sometimes.