Cashier
By Kimberly Rigsby
The time goes by
Slower than ever.
Only two hours left
I say to myself.
I grab a box, beep.
How may more days,
Beep, months, and years
Will I be here, beep.
"That's $27.53, sir."
I take the cash,
And give some back.
"Have a good day."
"Yyou too, Miss."
Have a good day?
I can have a good day
In one hour and 58 minutes.
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Kimberly, I really liked the suspsenful aspect that you had going throguhout this poem. I suppose that whoever is making the purchase is really, really, nervous about something. I must say when I first started reading the poem, I thought that the main person in the poem was about to rob the cashier. I did struggle with the ending a bit, and the subject matter of the poem. I think a great poem for you to read would be "Money" by Ted Kooser. Look it up and see what he did with the cashier in this poem. If you can't find it, then let me know and I will bring you a copy. Great Job!
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