"The Natural Object is Always the Adequate Symbol" - Ezra Pound

The wobble of a shopping cart knocks into a rack of bras.

New smell of new fabric stacked within each other. The metal pole juts out to seek a body of water.

The lights are bright to honor the goods.

Like a flock of birds they sing. People jut in and out of aisles to collect their sugar.

Circle time for team members- The manager said, "Sell the wall!" and"How are you doing ma'am?" I give a 1 o'clock smile and we wonder who we are.