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A Poem from Coffee Talk Quarterly
Sam’s Club in Winter
Freezers long as freight cars chock full of rock-
hard cakes, pies, lasagnas, plastic sacks of crucifers
(when I unseal a door, its breath resists and sighs);
chicken breasts cradled in styrofoam, corded like wood;
rows of hot, baked hens, taut with succulence;
a spill of fresh fruits from the tropics and the underside
of earth; beguiling little crates of clementines, nubile
grapes in see-through plastic; a grove of greenery
and banks of flowers, each blossom netted against bruising;
shelves tall as trees, toilet tissue stacked up into darkness.
Outside, January’s first Alberta Clipper nudges around
the corners of the big box, pokes the thin skin of plenty.
–Jane Gentry
Reprinted by permission of author.
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