The General Store
opens at nine,
so says the sign.   

A shopper in line
buys bargain bin wine,
pickles in brine,
cheeses sublime,
seasoned meats sliced so fine,
smoked fish without spine,
grapes from the vine,
apples that shine,
a spray scented with pine.   

A charcuterie he’ll design
with all items combined.   

(Well, except the spray)