Morning revisits thus bodies lift sheets
Check their heads and orientations
Some straighten and tuck clothes underneath
Some look through mirrors and hum
They walk toward the city center
Disatisfied with how they are dressed
Mentally adjusting to becoming spenders
To kill the monday to friday stress
Shop lights pop behind dummies
Clerk girl turns with movement finess
A delicate hand adjusts mannequin dress
Pedestrians move closer to the window
I watch fake candlelight weaken behind glass
As first sunbeams boldly make demands
Clerk girl touches mannequin's hand
Her gesture catches the attention of the queue
By afternoon the line reaches the corner
She sees the same faces through the glass
Some smile but she looks away fast
Some lower their eyes and wait
With the inner knowing
They'll never be served
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