i could see
that the grocery clerk was
in deep thought
as she moved
my groceries along
the belt,
neatly
packing things
into bags.
she wasn't there.
there was a long
snake
tattooed up her
arm,
slithering to her neck.
where was she? what was
her plan
for life?
was this it?
was this the end of the road?
the beginning?
or a bus stop along the way
until things
got right.
she handed me
my change,
my receipt, never once
looking
into my eyes.
i would have known more,
if she had.
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