Have a Nice Day
HAVE A NICE DAY
Just a thin and yellow mist,
that settles like uranium
over the parking lot.
With check-out carts that were pushed
around by one too many stars.
Inside they're wrapping plastic fruit
sprayed five minutes on the hour.
And everyone's wearing
carved from lonely hearts.
I once had a recurring nightmare
where all my cards were gone.
It was my turn at the check-out
-- I confessed I couldn't pay
They all turned and stared
And no one told me to
Have a nice day.
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Tammuz 5758.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
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