Sunday at the Store
Wandering through the aisles at Kroger
Looking for garbanzos
I see a woman holding a can of baked beans
Grey hair, gnarled fingers, laugh lines
Wearing lime green capri pants and white crocs
She turns to me and says
It’s the only thing he remembered in the end
Just this, not my name or who I was, just these beans
I nod and say wow, that’s hard
You have no idea she says
Putting the beans back on the shelf
We wander on
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Wow – that was a poem-worthy moment. I’m glad you shared it.
I love this grocery store aisle conversation, especially the detailed description and the last line, for what it says without saying
Beautiful
This is a great poem!
Oh !!!!
I can’t.
Oh.
This poem touched something in me–those grocery store intimacies
Intimate encounter at the mundane . Well captured.