aisle six

the clean up
in aisle six took a while,
in fact you almost
slipped in the brown
puddle of what looked
like baked beans
circling on the floor,
but you had
nothing to do with it.
you were just passing
by checking out
the canned tomatoes
and black beans,
things you were going
to throw into
a new chili recipe
that you got online
from rosalita,
your new facebook
friend in cuba.
you liked hearing
those words, clean up
in aisle six, being
broadcast across the public
address system.
it brought a smile
to your face, making you
wait until
the mop arrived.