(revised)
They passed each other and turned
to opposite sections.
The rewinding of that moment: her stare
through small spaces between columns of cans,
his in her careful eyes.
They changed places, she found herself reading
nutritional contents of Fit n' Right, he
at a magazine rack.
By next stop: lining up
on their own, (the cashier's notice
or the other buyers behind)
she looked at her skin
in case of photogenic evidence,
his occupation, where her wondering
might end.
But he was still stuck
on his forage
with his magazine eyes,
not reading
just stripping
the thin cover, pages
spread
like subservient legs.
-Arian Rey Tejano © 2012 A Noiseless Patient Spider. All rights reserved
Funny how the machine positions its dark sentinels at exits , hey !.
ReplyDeleteI liked it a lot
Wow, that's some finish. Love the surprise of that, and the cleverly contrived suspense of all that went before.
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff. Well constructed poem.
ReplyDeleteYou painted a perfect picture of a chance meeting.
ReplyDeleteoh Arian, I simply love the way you write...
ReplyDeletehave a great week ahead!...
JJRod'z
Nice...I especially like "she looked at her skin
ReplyDeletein case of photogenic evidence"...
This was well written, thanks for the follow!
ReplyDeleteOh, well done! I love the line Tess quoted, and also his "magazine eyes". As for the ending--wow. Thanks so much.
ReplyDeleteLoved this, especially the end. Perfect.
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