At the Mall

At the mall I walk thru glass
and almost fall trip boarding
an escalator in the book
store, my feet not quite
aligned to alight gracefully.

I pass a lady who looks lost
and a mannequin just found
her head squeezed dahlia
pops at the top of a pair
of stylized skinny jeans.

I walk through sounds smelly
perfumes, anonymous noise
guy in uniform and money
bag reading a mall directory
two robots pass by glistening.

Old guy sitting in food court
selling postcard size drawings
on his face a weathered frown
lady in front of me at coffee cafe
dabbing red stained tissue on arm.

Janitor pushing cleaning cart
picking up fallings the mall
as clean as a movie screen
playing Logan’s Run (1976)
countryside bubble malls.

I study a few of the other
people at the mall and try
to see us as others might
see us in the mall season
reasons even Mr. Mall forgets.

I pause in a general sitting
area and pull out my cell
phone and work on a few
comics then the cell rings
and it’s time to meet back up.