Around her eyes
the smile lines crinkle
the combination with
the strictly impersonal
May I help you
surprising me
Crossing the marble floor
in a leather-soled flurry of staccato
commissioned saleslady
standing before me
in a fresh-pressed petite-sized
navy-blue dress.
The doors just opened
at this fading department store.
It is on its last legs
but she is not.


8 thoughts on “Saleslady

    • This lady was a real person, and she struck me exactly as I wrote here – she made a vivid impression. I noted the contrast between her professionalism and energy vs. the department store, and I also felt sad for the days, which I remember, when a department store was strong and vivid itself as a place to shop. Something has been lost.

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