I walked through a mall the other day,
only to find a way out,
you see caught up in the melee
of a holiday spray,
I couldn’t discover an easier way.
I thought of all the people nearby,
each of them finghting to find their way,
we were all in a box
with windows and registers and products
of gold for the moment of reveal,
that later would become
just another reminder
of why or because we do feel.
I walked through the mall today,
noticed the exit and went about my way.