The boy stacking avocados is in love with the girl
arranging bananas over exotic straw-fringed paper,
see her nosering twinkle in his careful glances,
but she’s in love with the girl in the eggs.
Spice canister in her hand, a woman stiffens
with memory, lip rippling. Was it a flavor?
A voice that would request extra? Or none?
She puts it back, pushes forward out of the aisle
and the past. Three boys have pirated the cart
from their exhausted father. He hesitates, wondering
how loud is too loud, as they Madmax away.
When he cups his hand to shout he conceals a proud smile.
Gentle faux thunder rattles over produce; light mist.
And you, did you find what you were looking for?