Grocery Store Special

I saw her in the grocery store. Her dark, encircled eyes,
And wind-red face, and roll around her waist suggesting,
As she passed, her glory days were in the past.
I saw her for a second time up front, beside the
Checkout stand. She bent to pick up cans and bags,
And I admired her appearance from behind, and
How she drummed her fingers, tossed her frosted
Hair, and thought, “in fact, she isn't bad,” and,
When I saw her by her car, she smiled as she
Asked me if I'd help her with a bag of salt. We stood
For twenty minutes there and talked, the tiny,
Pointless threads of idle conversation slowly
Weaving into sturdy cloth. I asked if she would
Like to meet for drinks tonight, and she said yes,
So, now, I'm shaving, thinking that the both of us
Have better days ahead.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-13 at 21:46

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