Cornered in Sam’s Club

Under the glare of warehouse light
steel-eyed commerce crisscrossing
vaulted space above while below
we, in well-trammeled lanes, forage
with brandished carts loaded,
swallow claustrophobic desire
stretch Ali Baba eyes to needful things
as La-Z-Boys race past
iWant-slick bling-gadgetry —
only to be stared down by a winged unicorn:
unflurried pinkness, nestled wonder
in small chubby arms.

Sammi's Weekend writing Prompt #180

Author: dorahak

The unearned splendor of being means we can always meet on a common plane of gratitude, aiming in conversation, art, or writing towards “something understood.”

8 thoughts on “Cornered in Sam’s Club”

    1. Dear Rochelle,

      They’ve gotten so clever that it’s a complete sensory experience, not just a machine, and slick the way they sell it to us. Thank you for your kind comment!

      Aleichem shalom,
      Dora

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