0335 Indian file

Like a set of graded kitchen pans
the newsagent's children,
back from school, file into the tiny corner shop,
and all so small, this neat, obedient, clean set,
that no-one needed lift the counter flap.

And in a moment's flash of truth, or sentiment,
I saw the beauty of the human race.

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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