Yes, I've watched them come and go.
They're not talking of Michaelangelo;
just to someone on their cell phones --
as they wander to and fro
at Best Buy. They come in droves
like a first night Broadway crowd,
like lemmings gone down to the sea,
like children after the Pied Piper. It's odd.
What is the great attraction there?
There's no siren song, no barker here;
no promise of a miraculous cure,
or preview of the next world's fair.
They come in shorts, some in halters.
Many are overweight -- some are thin;
but all are resolute, with purpose --
just clamoring to hurry in.
Some are carrying large packages
taken from the back end of a car.
It seems that returns are as frequent
as the many original purchases are.
A pick-up truck pulls up front,
and out of the store is rolled
a 47 inch television in a box.
Best Buy is glad to mark it sold!
But mostly they exit with tiny sacks
containing CDs with the latest rock tune.
It doesn't take a lot to please the flocks
of consumers, who'll fly back again soon.
-- Chuck Kirchner
Chuck Kirchner lives in Springfield and enjoys writing about everyday "phenomena."
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