Shopping Poem

Who are you?
There, behind the counter
Coming around it to show the shoes

Where are you?
Now, transferred and moved
Never quite remembered or forgotten

During a movie – a junky movie,
You’re resurrected
Just for the flicker of a frame
And then hours later you’re still hanging on like a never drying towel
A half read paragraph
Or a blurry photograph

Or a daydream that can’t be LEGO assembled – too many parts gone. Too many days lost.