with an empty
cart
I wander the store.
the one wheel
off kilter,
squeaking on the linoleum
floor.
what i'm looking for I can't
find here.
but still I go down
each aisle,
reading labels, touching
boxes,
inspecting apples
and pears
for marks.
I hold a loaf of bread
into the air
and put it back onto
the shelf.
i'm there an hour or more,
but I buy nothing.
what I want and need
from her,
I can't buy in a store.
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