Out here she shops
she’s in the finest store.
And the garbage cans
by which she walks,
are merely displays out on the floor.
With her shopping cart
filled with treasure,
she’s acquired from here and there,
she walks so poised and measured,
drawing smirks and sideways stares.
But she doesn’t seem to notice them
as she browses with a smile.
Then disappears with goods in hand
down another asphalt aisle.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Milo.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?