Seeing aural morning sky,
a start of the winter undulations,
approaching storm,
 
I’m setting back
counting days left
to shop
(So where’s the focus?)
 
leaving the stores
crowded with faces,
choosing specials,
 
God, let me out?
I’m spent doing this,
out of kilter with the flow,
the tensing people press-
 
retreat is my only option,
away from fantastic sales
and bargains,
back to
quiet.
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