The bright crescent moon peaking out of the clouds
The city’s day began to come to an end.
Just like beavers struggling to get into their burrows,
The people of Lincoln did the same.

Walgreens was barely alive,
No sign of life except an occasional cough.
A pharmacy frozen in time
Like a movie in slow motion.

One employee sitting on the counter
Another singin’ along with the music
While the third cleaned
Like it’s her own house.

Toothpaste scattered
A box of Kleenex opened
A lightbulb flickering
On and off every now and then.

The music making everyone yawn
The singing chicken in the toy isle starts clucking.
A monotone voice coming on the intercom
Saying, “Pharmacy, you have a call on line 1.”

Time for lunch I’m told
Dragging to the breakroom and opening the door –
There stands a man
Dressed in his best clothes.

Looking at me with his green-blue eyes,
Asking me to be his wife.
Too much emotion to describe,
Tears of joy running down my cheeks.

 
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