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A kharmic connection at the checkout line? |
Something
brought me here
It wasn't the car
I rode in for 13 hours
Carving a slice
through America's breadbasket
It was something else
It wasn't the meat
that I gave up for Lent
That had me hunting the
frozen food section
of the grocery store
looking for a
soy based food option
She caught my attention
while I was waiting
in the express lane
with an armful of food:
Lunch, supper and tomorrow's breakfast
What do you usually hear? I ask
Pointing to her nametag with my eyes
"You are my Destinee"
she said with a smile
as she put my purchases
into two plastic bags
— Mark Butkus
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