when friends text me,
'hurry up, we have
to get to the sales
before everything is gone!'
may i pour another cup
of tea and pick up my book.
when folks stand by
the side of the road flipping
those big arrows pointing
to the 'fresh' (really, after
being cut down weeks ago?)
Christmas trees in the lot,
may i pull into the park
and take a long walk
with silence as my companion.
when the world pesters me
to try to see as many of the
same plot/town/actors holiday
movies as i can in a single day,
may i run down the street
to make snow angels with
the kids.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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