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Saturday Shop
larrylark

Mother struggles through
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Saturday's Sainsbury shopping
 2
storm. Car docked,
 3
tic toc, tic toc, lock, alarm
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incongruously flickers, on off on off.
 5
Crime wave? car thieves camped
 6
in tents near verge?
 7
Off she trots, shopping trolley
 8
between pulses, lentils,
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new tentacles reach out to entice,
 10
healthy food, sent for healthy living
 11
be a good mother, buy brown rice.
 12
Surely there's something she forgot?
 13
No, all on a list. Her hot finger tip kissed
 14
pocket calculator, added in a trice.
 15
Trolley packed, large bill at till,
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signed, sealed, delivered.
 17
It's yours to drink and clean and eat your fill.
 18
 
 
Struggles out, her bored son
 19
slalom slides  -  hides between
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over heated cars. Instinct tells him not
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to stray too far, for in theatrically dark  bushes
 22
beyond parking spaces eyes stare
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out of blistered brown leaves,
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vye for his attention, invade
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his imagination. Sizzling smoke puffs,
 26
fizzles out among foot prints  
 27
tracing pathway down to a hot day fire.
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Boy slid under fence slithered down embankment
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onto hard shoulder. Drizzle started,
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listless prelude to a summer storm. He turned
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to face rain and was lost among juggernauts
 32
screaming down a never ending highway.
 33

27 Jun 05

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I can feel it
 — TPTNW

Exactly where do you feel it?

Larry feeling it Lark
 — larrylark

line 27, in my corns.
 — unknown

like second stanza a lot.
like poem a lot. very compact, muchos images.
takes some thought, which is good.
 — listen

Dear Listen

glad your impression was favourable
 — larrylark

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