Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Grocery Store.

I walked behind her
in between the syrup and frozen tv dinners

...she smelled like honeybees, yams, and sweet dreams.

My feet wouldn't stop following her
as she stomped down the aisle
in her loaded cart and mumbling sighs.

Broken face
Worn shoes
Deep wrinkles

It didn't matter when I saw these things as she turned around


for those speedy seconds,

I fell in love.

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