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I needed to see that it still existed
After a morning of encounters with ugliness
foul words spit at innocent people
a father yelling at his one year-old son
a long, headache inducing waiting room purgatory
And dates with distress
too much blood
that suspicious lump
one more test
and just one more, just to be sure
Fled to the grocery for something pretty and tasty
And found the fish wasn't fresh
And the gossip was stale as well
But the kid in the check-out lane cracked a lame joke
And it set us all to laughing
And for a moment
Everything seemed beautiful.
submitted for Thursday Poets Rally, week 39
