April 4th, Easter
Day 4 of NaPoWriMo

Jack sent me to the store so that he could keep working on the shed renovation project. Any inspiration while I'm in the grip of this project. The title sort of says it all I guess.

Real Poets Should Not Go to WalMart at 8:00 on Easter Saturday Doing a Last Minute Errand for the Husband

because to get that latex
gap filler ($2.00, what a deal
get four he says when I call
to make sure it is the right stuff)
way in the back
in Hardware

there are all those
aisles up front

picked over Easter baskets
(imported from China
bamboo baskets, $.99)
and cello grass all
pink and purple gone, lots
of green and yellow
for some reason

stacks and stacks
of plastic tubs in all
colors, pastel towers
and plastic eggs by the dozen

the cute stuff, little
puff ball chicks
and bean bag rabbits
soft as baby down
gone

every bit of this
made in China
an Easter village
where all year
everyone except
the butch, the baker
and the internet cafe manager
makes Easter eggs, strips
and dies bamboo
shreds cello

everyday pastel
and down fluff
so that at 8:00
the night before
the holiest of holy holidays
last minute shoppers
can choose

how best to keep
the children believing
against hope
that the Bunny has not
forgotten them