1 Nov

by Nancy Scott

I seek ingenious recycling and brilliant bargains
between the smell of sauerkraut and talk of fudge.
I  hear about crocheted dishtowels buttoned most-needed close,
gift bags folded from scraps of gold wallpaper,
plastic-canvas memo holders that hang on doorknobs.


The hunt for givable taste and good intentions is palpable,
priced to tempt and to sell.
Proceeds benefit the Senior Center.
Circles of minds and hands have plotted since March.
Christmas calls “hurry” in suddenly-cold November.


The prayer rocks pull me.
I buy four weighted blue cotton bags,
find instructions attached by red ribbons:
“Place on pillow to tap
the heads of those too comfortable.”


On the last table, feathered angels wait.
Their wings billow slow lace but they have no faces.
They need only second sight.
Most people pass by their truth.
I need to buy only one.


Nancy Scott, Easton, PA, is an essayist and poet.  Her over-500 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries.  Her third chapbook, co-authored with artist Maryann Riker, is entitled “The Nature of Beyond.”



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