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Grocery Poem Xviii

I’ve started seeing faces of once strangers reappear with time they don’t spare a smile for me perhaps I’m still a stranger to them the mother with a cart full of fresh produce and peanuts, a daughter eating grapes the steel-toed man at the sandwich counter who eats absolutely no tomato I can feel the warmth in the quilted fabric of our lives, slowly woven together

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