Saturday, February 1, 2014

Chinese New Year

papers kept on coming
in a script I couldn't comprehend,
she talked fast, stacked faster,
one by one, making sure they faced out,
pointed out the headlines, the type,
some internal running clock,
some tragic bewildering force of
ink and newsprint,
getting the word out,
setting the world safe,
stuffing the plastic bag,
sending us on our way,

gotta recycle them eventually,
I thought,
maybe she just got carried away?

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