After The Buy Poem by Bill Grace

After The Buy



After the buy the pressure goes down,
Hands do not tremble
The virgin has been sacrificed
Bread consecrated.
Lover eyes begin to ebb - discernment begins its return
Traffic lights are red, yellow, green again
Traffic more real
Finally the question - Did I make a mistake? - (the answer)
No or Yes or Maybe
Even buyer's regret
After the buy.

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