My mood fluttered when I saw
the something impeding traffic
was someone with long grey
hair
hunched
over a cart,
oblivious
of everyone around.
I started to veer
but nearly crashed
with another
pressing behind us,
with another yet behind, and
others
all in a hurrying column,
one
shrieking its need for oil.
Breaking free at last
I stole a glance
as I pushed past the stalled
cart
and saw the wrinkled hand
with the complimentary
antiseptic wipe
scrubbing the cart handle
with meticulous care,
thinking
he,
then wondering, she?
m.d.
paust
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