occasionally, I look at the future,
and then wonder if there would be,
perhaps a shop
where passers-by strolling outside
would jostle just for a glance,
at the varieties of nice accidents
that I wished for.
accidental bumps into pretty girls,
would be worth it ; or would they?
maybe a remedy
to move out of such situations,
would even get profits.
on a discount sale, I can imagine
a crowd of people rushing around,
clutching bags with their wares,
even sneaking few from cameras;
on every hand would be needed.
at the end of the day,
there’d be millions of dollars,
even pounds in the cash register;
then again, it depends
on how good the saleswoman is,
at pitching her sales dialogue;
maybe I can chat with her next.
© Leo (25th September, 2011)