Paradise
Total Wine & Spirits,
some alcoholic heaven,
not 99 virgins
and the direct blessings of Allah,
something better.
Diane, his friend
at Trader Joe’s—
sent us this direction,
one end of the Capital Mall.
Behold, shelf after shelf
of wine and beer and liquor
and mixer and nuts.
Yes, we are in a drinker’s paradise.
A hushed emotion covers all.
Acolytes, we take our cider and wine
to the cash register.
Carded, I’m 46, 47 next September.
We leave,
planning our return.
© Anne Westlund
prompt: write a
discovery poem
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