Poem: Walmart Walkers

This Creative Commons image was too perfect to pass up to represent the below poem.

My latest original five-line poem is something different in that I’m providing a snippet of what seems like something that could be a bigger poem, or story.

Walmart Walkers

Walmart, where walkers browse concrete aisles
and where I saw you and her, strangers again;
still, she reached for me in the familiar way.
I obliged, holding her to my hip, pretending
this was normal as we joined the walkers.

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