Kindness is spreading like a virus.It passes quickly through the winter town.
In this season, me has become us.
For who is not tempted by a bargain?
There is chaos in the sales hall
in the perfume shop, a near riot.
Drawn like insects to the gaudy mall
as if the world’s riches were running out
in a strange dance, we jostle and thrum.
Clutching our packages, our love
we collide busily, slide and hum.
Are we asleep or more keenly alive?
It is a play in which we know our part.
A ritual of the altruistic heart.
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