Who’s Generosity?

Saturday, April 05, 2025

I felt inspired, and the outcome was this poem:

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In Her Part-Time Job

She moves swiftly, backstage, at the department store,
Clearing dressing rooms, organizing garments,
Loading cast-offs onto a towering trolley,
Guiding them back to their proper homes.

Gowns to Designer Dresses, bras to Intimates,
Casual wear to Ladies’, denim to Juniors’,
Men’s back to Men’s, shoes reunited with Shoes.
She navigates the trolley in an endless loop,

Weaving through aisles and neatly arranged shelves.
Again, returning to dressing rooms for another cycle.
Dresses, bras, jeans—and, sometimes, personal
Belongings, left behind, small riders on her trolley.

Making her rounds, cheerfully greeting, briefly high-fiving,
Warm laughter, brief chats–camaraderie alive.
Yet, puzzles appear:
In the break room, a loaf of bread,
A peanut butter jar—
Offbeat riddles in the day’s routine.