May 25, 2018
Photo by Stephen Borkowski

Peaches
A Poem by Jack Wesdorp

Peaches works the register, 
spends whole weekends on her feet, 
gets the market ledger done, 
knows exactly what you eat. 
Imagine those empty aisles, 
without her your fridge is toast, 
the garbage bags tossed in piles, 
your town lost to rats and ghosts. 
So, next time you’re at the checkout 
take a moment to reflect 
on what her job is about 
and make the effort to connect. 
A smile and thank you will do; 
it’s the blank looks that mark you.

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