the loud speaker in the enormous
grocery store
that there is a clean up
needed in aisle six.
i hurry over to the see what's
spilled, or broken.
is it a jar of pickles this time?
milk?
or bleach.
has a shelf of olives tumbled
to the floor.
will someone slip
and fall.
will an ambulance arrive?
oh, the excitement we savor
when we've grown old.
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