Broke down daze (supermarket savior)

Heat rises in waves
Crumbled black pavement oasis
Windows rolled down
Newspaper blocking
White legs
From the kiss of the sun
Machinery rolled back
Like the prices within
Nestled in the open corral
And time ticks by so slowly
Like a droning fly that touches down
On hot surface
And meat sits on floors
Shaded by
A dashboard.
The chariots go by
Endless parade
Nameless faces zooming
In and out eager to spend
The green paper or plastic
No questions asked
Doors open
Then close to hold
The coolness within.
He comes then
White haired supermarket savior
Red can of liquid gold to quench
The thirst of the beast
With a smile and kindness
That exudes from sun dampened pores
And as the sun glints off glasses
I smile
Content to spend the day
Here watching the comings and goings
Of typical people
Under a noonday sun
Paced a little slower
Watching summer unwind
In a parking lot beneath blue skies
And cameras that watch
With eyes behind walls
And the roar of the machine coming to life
And the wind blowing through windows to cool
This parched tired soul
With the blessing
Of going home.

Thoughts on sitting in the car at Wal-Mart on one of those too had days to be doing so, waiting for my step Dad the Reverend, come with a gas can to see if the magic elixir will do the trick. It did😇. Thanks G, you are awesome.😇 a bit too hot at 87 degrees baking…but the steaks were good….rescued in time.


Tap tap with the metal saw
Clearing snow from your branches
Delicate beauty
So petite and filled with quiet grace,
I touch your needles
Oh so soft
Not quite fully grown
Just a babe in the woods
Amongst the brambles and thorns.
From tree to tree I move
Hmmm, maybe?
Taking the saw into my hand
I reach out
As the wind softly blows
And I know I don’t have it in me
To take you or any others.
To the barn I trudge
Carrying down the big red bag
With plastics pre lit wanna be,
No scent of pine,
Just the last year find
And into the house I move,
Stand it up and away we go
Lights still work and I smile
Beyond the window
Your tender branches wave
A thank you it seems
From you to me,
A holiday reprieve
To just let the beauty
Of a tiny tree be,
To someday grow big and strong
And give home to birds
And shelter from the storm.
Peace and joy in my heart
As the fog descends
And the chill outside grows stronger
My soul is light
My senses warmed
By moments of a holiday
So perfect.

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