041511l Friendly Lady Poem by Manonton Dalan
041511l Friendly Lady
i'm counting stairs up to library
where all computers on display
they're selling for cheaper price
to subsidize upgrade and more
i must be early it's still in boxes
i have no knife but credit card
i see an elderly lady looking
at listing and prices; counting
her fingers; staring up ceiling
i wonder what she is thinking
i hope she got enough to buy
then suddenly 'she said hi'
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