The Girls At Rite Aid
Beneath the lamp post
at the sidewalks edge
they drunkenly cradled
each other,
flinging bottles
into the street.
Each one burst
with the sound of
a liquid filled light bulb
exploding,
each more freeing than the next.
You could hear them laughing
like the gods themselves.
The few people around
just looked and moved on.
I entered and purchased my goods.
Walking out past the automatic doors
they were nowhere to be found.
The broken glass
and alcohol still on the street.
They were freedom and joy
at its best.
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