May 25, 2018
Photo by Stephen Borkowski
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.