Issue
#3

May
2009 

a poem by Zachary Moll

Signs

The times are written
all around us,
The ends of grocery store aisles
which once held the
modern day wizardry
irresistible to impulse,
Now hold the practicalities
of modern survival,
Peanut butter, soup
Twelve packs of
dehydrated noodles
for two dollars,

& behind the toothy smiles
of the sale racks pleading,
A coin machine cashes in
someone's long saved
peace of mind,
With a modest sum
he'll walk past the
newly slashed temptations,
Past the growing express lane
of those with ten items
or less,
& into the heat of
a nation's drought,
His rainy day fund
a mere raindrop
on its surface.

© Zachary Moll

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