At the Check Out

There is a boy at the cash register 

Who thinks you will stumble over a smile,

While he laughs like the breeze,

But I am not an open window. 

And I am sure on my feet. 

These words are a pleasantry.

Not a spark or a conversation,

Over a 30 second transaction,

And my name isn’t “Hun”. 

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