| Checkout He saw her for the first time, in the produce aisle Amused he stood there watching her awhile Squeezing the tomatoes, thumping cantaloupe Plucking cents off coupons from an envelope She made it to the pasta, with him not far behind She shunned the plain rotini for the multicolored kind Consideration given in everything she bought Took longer to select the soup than cooking it, he thought If he thought that was bad, then his thinking was undone when debating in hair colors what shade that she’d become He decided he would break the ice and introduce himself when she helped a stranger pull a heavy box down from a shelf Then she came upon the hygiene aisle, he slowed to give her space It was much too soon to know what things she purchased from that place Behind her in the checkout line, her tally ceased to ring He quickly grabbed some breath mints for he hadn’t bought a thing |
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