Wholly Foods

1973

You greet us with fifty pound

containers filled with crunchy

and/or smooth peanut butter.

Five gallon tubs of granola,

half dozen varieties greet us

midway through the store.

Bela works there and smiles

from the balcony.

You resemble something the Co-op

tried to accomplish but lost track of.

Fewer affluent persons wander about.

In Wholly Foods we see robed people,

baggy pants, wild frizzed hair,

longer beards.

Not so many Sierra Club outfits

with manufactured high tech tech stuff.

More like grubby knapsacks and

worn out boots that follow no

prearranged hiking pattern into

the approved wilderness trail.

Wholly Foods how long can you

keep up the atmosphere that lets

us on the street feel almost at home?

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