Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Ms. Mabel at the Pharmacy


I’m 77 years old with a head full of white hair
so they should look at me and know
I’m not making meth.

I have lived all these years 
in practicality.
My shoes are sensible. The wind
stirs me
no more or less 
than anyone else.
I am filled with the light
of Jesus Christ. I am peeling
the aluminum
off a cream filled egg.




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