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Grocery Store Man

a poem

By Falen WilkesPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Grocery Store Man
Photo by Mehrad Vosoughi on Unsplash

there I am,

looking for the Hawaiian rolls,

and there he is, leaning against the shelf,

cutting slices of an apple with his little knife.

there I am,

walking down the aisle with cake mix

and there he is, looming near the end,

cutting slices of an apple with his little knife.

there I am,

putting my groceries into bags at the register

and there he is, buying a pack of gum from

the check-out line,

cutting slices of an apple with his little knife.

I don’t look to see if he’s in the parking lot

until the car door is locked and engine started.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Falen Wilkes

Writer. Poet. Hopeless Romantic who is terrified of love. At home by the seaside and deep in forests.

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