Window Shopper Poem by Shaun Thompson

I’d not intended a store’s visit
Yet a random store’s visit I found.
On a day like today
I’d vow not to stay,
But the day’s
Lost my bounds.

Even though my bounds’ purpose yearn amiss
The ole heart remains at the window,
Lest my feet should shake
Awake what I need not take
Or partake
Or should know.

Longingly I gazed, yes that’s just my size
And I know just what I would do.
Clear as ice, my mind’s
Eyes dripped and pined, moaned and whined
To justify
Newfound prize.

Though I’d the money to pay the price’s reach,
The ole heart felt the price’s breach.
My feet stood stuck
At the window, yea-just my luck,
In a rut.
Don’t you see?

Oh window, that window lied a fierce lie!
What’s worse than a newfound prize?
To pay a price
That is not your afore blessed price…
To toss the dice
And then die?

I’d not intended a store’s visit.
Yet it was a sale I found that day, a reason—
To my dismay
In that window on that day in my way
The sign’d say, “Not
In season.”