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In a Gift Shop

Only in recent years have I begun

to notice them living among us,

and yesterday there were two more,

the one somewhere in her seventies

and in a wheelchair, and the other

younger by maybe twenty years,

helping the older woman pick out cards

from one of those squeaky revolving

racks in a shop. The older would gesture

with a weak brush of her hand to tell

the younger to turn the rack a little

and the younger would turn it, and both

would study the cards from the top

to the bottom, and once in a while

the younger would take a card down

and show it to the other, holding it

closed and then open, and the older

might nod to agree that it seemed

the right choice, or she might dismiss it

with a shake of her head with its thin

white hair, and the younger would

patiently put it back, and this went on

for what seemed a very long while