Bookstore Poem #292. Brief progression from a random phrase to a dream

What the title says…

Eleven confections
and an unsolicited smile
seem innocuous enough
to the casual observer

They confuse me

A little to be polite
is a common strategy—

but which scale are you using?

One gram does not equal one ton
under normal circumstances

Normal circumstances confuse me

There was a street fight
going on in the square—
tourists gawked
everyone else walked around it

That I understand

(1 June 2018)