Strolling through

Touching fabrics

Leaning into hats

The jewelry glistens

I can move

With the magic

That surrounds and has

Turned me to listen

To the specials

And sales

As I try on glasses

And watch the mirrors

The fun in shopping

Introduces me to colors

Seen in magazines

And I loosen my cheer

To redeem my coupons

And I give in to the pleasure

That these feeling bring

And I hear

As the salesperson declares

More sales

Posted by antozak in Misc., Poetry