I'm not Impervious to eyes

He smiles at me over celery
those packets sold,
I love the crunch
reminds me of a glass jar
and the wedgewood cheese dish.
He has nice eyes,
I am not impervious to eyes.
He stands back at the fish counter,
allows me to order my scallops first,
I notice he adds dublin prawns,
I prefer mine fresh.

I ponder over wine,
I do like a sparkle
but cheap fizz never
has that glitter
once Christmas has passed.
I hear the squeak
and a trolley nudges
next to mine,
I'm not impervious to eyes
especially ones that smile.

I don't see him in the toiletries
or even in the pharmacy,
he lingers by the cheeses
and asks for gruyere
cut in a specific way.
I order parmesan and cabanzola,
he buys a chive filled cheddar.

The bored girl at the checkout
moves groceries by rote,
I fill my bags and note
he buys those flimsy bags
that split before you're home.

I wheel a trolley to my car,
press the buttons on my keys,
my boot springs into life,
his car is next to mine.
Smarter, more expensive,
I wonder what his wife drives,
I bet she has the smelly car
with 3 pyrenean dogs
and a toddler in the footwell.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-26 at 20:41

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Oh my! I am donning the lippy and taking myself grocery shopping! I never realised it was so adventurous there!...car keys....???..

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this one, Elle. The mind makes every trip out of the house an adventure.

Nice eyes and a great smile--that's always done it for me. All the rest seems to fade into the background. Very wise and clever writing.

LOL ... I would think eyes always can impress ... but I do like a cautious woman. :-) Enjoyed the read.