Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Great Regulars: My father was the manager of a store

in which chairs were strategically placed for those dutiful souls waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting for shoppers. Such patience is the most exhausting work there is, or so it seems at the time. This poem by Joseph O. Legaspi perfectly captures one of those scenes.

At the Bridal Shop

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 210

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