across the counter
she wore a crisp yellow shirt
folded just the wrong way
dotted with coffee stains
her hair was dyed an elegant blond
tucked haphazardly under her hat
with a brim too wide for her face
her nails boasted a fresh manicure
“i wore acrylics for thirty years,” she told me
“my nails are too thin for that now”
her left ring finger showcased a giant diamond
yet she complained spending $13
on a quart of ice cream for her husband
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Some people……
Great description of this individual. She comes alive for me, which makes the poem. Great work.