5:30 p.m. evening commute, Metra
he's not motivated to buy
and not really interested in selling.
just enough for his meager needs
just enough to keep his head above water
barely above water.
she sells what she does not even have
she sell ideas and dreams
she paints those dreams with convincing words
with pictures for the mind
he does not have the means
he does not ever have the time
he looks to the horizon
looking for a treasure, wants to find a windfall
gold is in them hills, his get rich quick plan
and he is buying what she is selling
he is paying for her gimmick
smooth as oil, her words
slipping through his fingers, his riches
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