At Wal-Mart

Rows of plastic slapped
into empty aisles. I reveal
a CD briefly to the air:
a shrunken mask imparting
the latest mimicry
of glory—the costume
of success, a scowl
borrowed from youth.
I hide it back with the untouched
others. Let them taste the light
once again.

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