The congestion on this street is pretty bad,
you can see the storefront’s blackened by exhaust. But it’s mine.
A little curiosity shop, a small ambition,
a pint-sized dream no bigger than a can of Crisco
or a jar of orange marmalade.
Small enough
to slip between the teeth of dream-devouring gears,
to not be neutered by the ruthless anti-aspirational machinery
that rules our lives and grinds ambition
into faceless flour.
Small enough
to fall like a mustard seed into a busy street, grow into this,
my business. My hole-in-the-wall,
my shop.
--word salad
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Curiosity Shop
Labels:
free verse,
poetry,
wordpower
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