breakfast at target

I went to Tiffany's to

have breakfast, but the doors
were closed.

locked tight.
I could see all the diamonds,
the silver

the gold
lying still and shiny
beneath

their glass cases.
not a single hand to hold

or wear them in sight.
life standing still.

few are saying yes, or no,
I do,

I will. so I went across
the street to

target, still open.
six feet apart, but you can

have all the things you
think you need,

you can have your fill.