Grocery Bag

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She struts wearing a pale cardigan,

carrying a grocery bag of cucumbers

slung over her shoulder like a purse,

so gracefully through the parking lot.

A bright gray careful glance finds me.

Dark hair sways in the subtle breeze.

She presses keys and beeps her car

and forgets me forever as a stranger,

indeed annihilating my reverie to love.

 

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