Funerary Box

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At what passes for
customer service
at Costco
she’s in line
to engage
in far too

While I wait
by a display
hawking a coffin–
Made steady
by this shopping
cart— and trying
not to cough

Poem 19 for April

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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