Shopping
It starts with a whoosh.
The door gliding open, smoothly.
Fruits and vegetables.
Stocked and stacked.
They try to reach the ceiling.
Shelves upon shelves.
Layers of cans and boxes.
Everything is snug and fitting.
I walk to the freezer section.
Cold but peaceful.
A gentle whirling when I open the door.
Beeping and footsteps and chatter.
Back to the doors, I step in sync with another shopper.
I can’t help but wonder what they bought.
Leaving the store, I take my bags.
Leaving behind a friendly goodbye.
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