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Grocery Shopping


04.07.20 Posted in today's words by

Lee Doty lives and writes in Kearneysville, West Virginia.

Grocery Shopping
By Lee Doty

I enjoy a good sit
in a small café where
the coffee’s hot
and the waiter’s scarce
and my brain’s poppin’ thoughts
like a semi-automatic
causing chaos in a village
til it’s closing time.

I enjoy a good look
out the window
in the kitchen when a
sliver of pink
peaks over the mountain,
a pale wedge
prying open the day,
a new day to plan even though
any plan at its core
carries forfeit.

I enjoy a good break
on a bench at the lake
by the shore’s soft lapping
when a breeze sweeps me off
for a long stable hover over
a deep, dark mistake,
its ripples still
traveling to distant cities.

I enjoy a good nod
at the back of a nave.
Unseen, eyes closed,
swaddled in song and prayer,
I wander from Galilee to Gallo wine,
Calvary to Calvin Klein.

Picking out what to pore over
reminds me of rolling down
the canned goods and soups aisle.
Some things drop by force of gravity
into the cart
or the poem
as the case may be.



2 Responses to “Grocery Shopping”

  1. Ed Zahniser says:

    Nice poem for sure, Lee Doty. Glad you had your cart rolling down the aisle when that poem fell off into your cart. And the nice thing about an electronic poem is that you don’t have to sanitize it . . .

  2. Lee Doty says:

    Thanks, Ed, for all the encouragement!

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