Sally Stocks

Ducked below the counter retrieving cans of pop, Sally hidden from our view; the counter lined on top. Seven rootbeer, thirteen cola three in gingerale. Some are red, some in blue, some are green and pale. Pressed together warm with gas grouped in every label. Sally careful not to drop or bang to keep them stable. A list of sodas penciled down on just a scrap of paper as Sally fills her wanted list and adds them as they taper. A stubby fridge for holding pop; it's glass door sealed cool. As Sally tugs to pull the handle; and acts more like a mule. On opening she sees their place and soon begins to stock. She fills each hole to face them up and sorts them block by block. The fridge is full; the job is done; it's shut and sealed in peace. And Sally steps behind the counter to see her sales increase.