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The elephant
Shaped cookies
On the counter
Bear on their whole grain backs
Bountiful blankets
Of large blue jimmies
I met those
I say
Into the open eyes
Over the friendly smile
Behind that counter
The open eyes
Look into my own
That friendly smile
Deepens
I was there
He says
Actually I reply
You were
While making change he continues
Still am
I know I murmur
That’s what we’re doing here now…
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at: