torrential rain
as I open the door
reluctant pupper
© Rachel Green December 2022
self-serve till
asks me if I want to round up my bill
to donate seventeen pence to charity.
A huge corporation with profits in the billions
engaging my compassion for the needy.
It doesn't mention that all those seventeen pences
go into one massive account
to accrue interest for the company;
nor does it offer to round down the total
when all I can afford is bread and milk.
"Charity begins at home," says the till supervisor,
"not at the supermarket checkout."
© Rachel Green December 2022
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