Prosaic Surrealism

After the dust’s dust settles,

the sun will rise eventually.

The concrete cannot bury

the roots of the tree.

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Attempting customer satisfaction each day,

the store clerk would memorize each face.

The downtown lawyer had to serve the monk water

in the Egyptian desert.

The monk put the water in his briefcase

and gave the lawyer feathers.

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The Nova Scotian fisherman

tried to catch lobsters & crabs

in Alberta’s oilsands.

While masters trained on the turtle’s back

and reframed true patriots on native land.

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There was a wise man

that came from foreign lands

to pick up cans

and to him it made cents

but to the cashier, it didn’t make sense

how he’s the one with the job

but was one utility bill away

from pitching a tent.

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Suppose he chose

the mistake or wrong area code,

where bricklayer turned seed spreader

planting rows of roses in Lake Ontario.

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A teacher turned farmer teaching basics

to the starving beast.

The doctor of the farmer’s market

said, “you harvest what you reap.”

Business owner low on income

took his marketing to the streets.

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“Hello, can you spare a minute?”

He spared me a minute.

Brought me back to the present

and grounded me in it.

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His survival instinct

reminded me I had time to live.

But with all the responsibilities,

was it even mine to give?

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I said, “yes”, then “peace.”

I could see

He could sell feathers to the geese

that danced in sync.

Recommended him to a vet to check

those animal instincts.

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On that same block,

the barista used night vision

to see snakes slithering in the ice rink

while they were ice fishing.

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The bus driver paid the cost

for the mice to jump in

while avoiding a bird’s catch.

Double-double bread levelling stocks

for the broker ordering her first batch.

Later, given to the dogs in the penalty box

counting ballots with the voter’s Schrödinger’s cat.