Perry Campanella

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GROCERY STORE VISION

That moment I step in- front, automatic sliding
doors, of my favorite grocery store 'open-wide'
this trandsends my being, automatically...
manifest...

visions of what were to come- entered in a time
she was gliding down a busy Aisle, on the way
to unpredictable places, and at that moment...

instantly- I'm all a glow, watching her go-ga-go
near decorative doughnut tables...
silk blouse and tight fashionables everywhere
pausing to read labels...

pricing all the bargains, that catch her eye-
frustrated, unable to make eye contact- I sigh

she is not really there, just a figment, see
now curves around a corner, while pushing my
cart, passing all the Can's, bustling by-
they mean nothing to me...

vegetable bins are full, ripe melons, tomatoes
so red, but such a nice peach- I wipe my lips...
instead of bending for a bag of potatoes

honey-bun moseys on over to a frozen section
then turns to reveal, restricted capillaries...
while viewing the- content and calories...
I'm thinking what they would be like, bouncy
now in my direction...

embarrassed- my revelation started to fade
disappear...
Oh my! out-of-sight-
gone- my Favorite Grocery Store Vision.