Cart Wheels
Elbows straddle shopping cart.
I arch forward, threading aisle
of my local QFC.
Bent knees contort in half-prayer,
I carefully avoid on-coming shoppers.
From my corner eye,
I scan my paper scrap
scrupulously laid in the corner tray...
my list of “must-halves”
and “forget-it-not
or thy kingdom come.”
I ponder. Make mental notes.
What did I miss?
Where doooo…they stock
the jars or dried tomatoes?
What the hell are “whole walnuts?”
Are those “with or without a shell?
When is a walnut whole?
Damn! Overlooked the half ‘n half,
I backtrack to the Dairy Section.
At checkout,
The clerk asks:
“Did you find everything?”
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