Grocery Poem
at the grocery store
time moves slow
as the self-checkout line.
at the register a mother
digs for change in her
pink purse. her daughter
laughs as she slices
a purple grape in half
with two new front teeth.
Copyright © C.W. Bryan | Year Posted 2023
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