At The Meat Chiller

On a busy morning at the
supermarket meat chiller
I studied shelves of
sausages, chops, mince
and shin meat on the bone.
I tried to slide right
to see chicken packs, lamb
knuckles, corned beef brisket
But the person to my right
simply would not move.
I sidestepped along slightly
but still they did not move.

I turned to say “excuse me”
and found myself facing my
reflection in the mirror
on the end section wall.

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At The Meat Chiller

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