Sunday Poem: “Don Quixote”

 

At Walmart,

passed on the self-checkout

and stood in line for the cashier.

 

Followed her red-and-purple nail polish

as she placed my socks, toothbrush, and cat food

in the plastic bag.

 

At the Royal Bank,

skipped the ATM and

asked the teller for my balance.

 

She circled the number on the printout,

inquiring about my experience with

online banking.

 

At Pearson International,

ignored the check-in kiosk and

handed my papers to the attendant.

 

Nodded as he showed me

how to do it myself

next time.

 

Saved three jobs today.

 

(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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