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The Kiosk |
What price beauty?
All major credit cards accepted
The pretty young lady from Israel
Demonstrates the nail care collection on me
Body lotion, pomegranate fragrance
Buffing block
Cuticle oil
Nail file
Which lotion do I prefer?
The pomegranate smells nice
Look at the change
A fingernail that shines like diamonds
Smells like a pomegranate
Two sets:
One for me, one for my fiancée
Only one hundred and nine dollars
For both: a bargain
But that’s not all
Cream for my eyes
The puffiness disappears
Crow’s feet fly away
Wrinkles melt
Salt from the Dead Sea
Exfoliates my skin
Elbows, knees, neck, feet
Smooth as a baby’s bottom
One more thing before I go
Serum for my pores
Absorbs hidden dirt
Heals my scarred face
Damaged from careless shaving
Baked by the afternoon sun
One hundred and eighty-five dollars
For the set
My fiancée will love it
Yes, I’m sure she will
But I must go
She flies in tonight from San Jose
I don’t mean to be rude
But the economy is not
What it once was
I leave the sea salt
Return it to the Dead Sea
My left eye is clearer, younger
But my right eye must remain puffy
Crow’s feet, wrinkles
On one side of my face only
Will she notice?
Love is a bargain
Love goes deeper than skin deep
Free to those who fall
Love is blind, crow’s feet remain
Dirty, dry, rough skin abides
Beauty is found
Not bought or sold
No major credit cards required
The kiosk of the heart
Advises me:
“Leave your wallet at home.”
copyright 2014
Daniel
Lambert |
