No Sale
I cannot find the correct vendor
the one that sells the right thing to say
I looked in the restless crowd
looked early in the cave at the edge of the sky
expanded my search through summer
since the desired saying does not seem to be for sale
not today
I take the first train I see
exercise my right to be wrong
say the first word that stands up
says Hi
Whatever you had in mind when you sat to write this, Megan, I certainly can’t know, but I related to this poem right away, first read. And it may have been for a completely different idea/image. Isn’t that one of the great things about poetry at times?
Thank you, Marilyn! It was one I would not have written if not for a few choice words coming up at poetry group.