In the hallways of hospitals
attached to walls and doors plastic
are dispensers of sanitizing cream
for the hands that realistically
may or might come into contact
with the customer.
In the hospitality business
you and I are weighed and guaged
the heads are counted and stomachs
are assuaged on fluffed pillows
just enough room but not tooo much
Retail has no happenstance
profit is jealous of serendipity
service here is all too severe
the rises and tides of the symphonies
of soul have neither price nor cure
unmanageable we are.
In the cubicles of commerce
we invent our own words and landscapes
as productive as we can be between
dreaming of Portugal and Gibraltar
the ways of the mind are serpentine
once it is unboxed.