If you are lucky enough
to live near a 24-hour grocery store
and haven’t yet ventured in at 3 AM,
I warmly invite you to join us
one quiet night.
Prime parking spots ripe for the taking,
aisles vast and open as parade grounds,
freshly stocked shelves urging
a leisurely perusal of labels,
checkout lines as empty as forgotten dreams.
Among the sparse pre-dawn crowd,
polite, conspiratorial nods are exchanged,
binding us as silent members
in a secret moonlight society
of insomniacs and solitude-seekers.
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