Immaterial

Dresses hanging, rack
After rack, women waving
Hands, not saying hello,
Two little girls sitting
On store floor, giggling,
Playing, gliding size
Markers fallen off hangers
Like colorful marbles
Spinning S, M, L, XL
Sizes without care, audible
Grins without material goods.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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7 Responses to Immaterial

  1. Sahm King says:

    Reminds me of every time I go dress shopping. Umm… Let’s not tell anyone that I do that, eh… Great piece, Shainbird.

  2. Bastet says:

    Cool…this is great imagery Shainbird, you’ve painted a picture with words!

  3. Cubby says:

    You’ve captured the entire shopping experience and so much more in your poem. Excellent poem! 🙂

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