how full the shelves
are.
every need
and want, what is
desired
is found.
the music of your youth
plays from
high above.
the bright lights
radiate the big
store with hope, with
fullness.
from top to bottom,
so much
to choose from,
so many things
to buy
and yet the dark
face
of the clerk says
something different
to you.
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