STROLLING THROUGH THE WILLOW GROVE MALL IN MY TENNIS SHOES
Three floors filled with sandwiched in shops
Footlocker, Apple unfit to eat but you'll wanna get
the next generation phones here, Hair Stylists with
African American clients sitting before mirrors and
under helmet-sized dryers
Transportation made easy
elevators, escalators, buy a helium balloon
and sail to any floor you choose
What's that POP?
I walk in pain, my sciatica's back
Sarah takes my pic in Bloomingdale's Carpet Department
Dizzying array of red carpets, blue ones, gray ones like
the waves in Atlantic City
We landed home, having saved
a thousand dollars on things
not bought.
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