War on Terror
Grey haired lady
by the dairy -
phones in ears:
can't hear my
"'Scuse me! "
I touch her
shoulder
lightly,
eliciting
"Oh, please, God! "
With a prod
I move
her basket.
She yells,
"Go away! "
I do:
A terrorist
escapes
in the local
Safeway.
poem by Joe Oppenheimer
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