walking into the greeting card isle at the pharmacy

I know a dude who writes greeting cards
the money seems safe and people like
safe and familiar things like their yards
filled with toys and American made bikes
with bright mag wheels that spin and spin
like those tired yarns he calls original
stamped out like this rack of postcards
with Kinkade prints--it's a miracle
that it took me so long to say it
"Shit! I just stepped in shit."