Unhappiness in Shopping Malls
At night, about the time street lights go on,
The sky becomes an antique dealer.
The stars are old,
The stars are for sale.
But no transportation from the earth.
To this high part of sky, near the seventh heaven,
The price of stars reduced, a discount sale.
But no transportation to this high region.
Window shoppers, now sky-shoppers frustrated,
Are agitated, unhappy in their shopping malls.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Writer's Bloc
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