Poetry: All Lost at the Supermarket

All Lost at the Supermarket
aka/ White Boy on Reserve I

deep crease
thick skin
sun-soaked
facial features
stare
across the aisle
into my
startled eyes

at the supermarket

we both seem
stuck
in the moment

i nervous
puzzled
- obviously depressed
…scared??

he impassive
stoic
…confident

i realize…
i have let my guard down
…backed up a step
lost the upper hand

slowly>>>
he turns away

continues
his shopping

i pause for
a moment
to reflect:

white boy on reserve lost another one.
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by John Harvey 05/14/09