Today's poem comes from the Jade Page Press blog. Do go visit.
the shopping trip
I genuflect
before the steep December precipice
and pray for calm and joy and discipline,
lest I fall over the edge into the greed and frenzy
of holiday shopping.
I keep to my mission
searching for that single gift -
that birch-bark box from the Indian store
because I have more than just an inkling
that it will be perfection.
and I hustle past the diamond-encrusted watch
and sterling silver trivet
and the candle with its subtle vanilla, amorous fragrance
past the shoppers laden with bags and frowns
and credit card bills
-- into the great beyond of satisfaction
Copyright © 2011 Nan P used by permission
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