A Trip To the Grocery Store
each day we walk, slowly and leisurely, through our neighborhood
enjoying the sights of houses, purple, blue, yellow
gardens started and forgotten, left fallow for the fall,
to the grocery store.
as we near the destination, a man on the corner is yelling and dancing
paying no attention to us or anyone, a sign near his feet saying
“bread, please. just one loaf to keep me going. it’s the little things”
we add another item to our list.
we make the rounds, crossing off the list, ending with a soft loaf of wheat.
when we exit the store he’s still dancing. we take the loaf out of our bags and
hand it to him. he unties the bag and reaches in for three pieces and sniffs.
“it’s perfect”. he crushes the pieces in his hands, forming little balls
of grain. shock on our faces, bread flying at our heads, we run. he’s laughing
and i turn around to see him smiling big. it feels good making someone happy.
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