i see the small woman in the grocery store.
shuffling
with her cart,
the wheel giving her fits,
but she seems
happy as she lifts a twenty five pound
frozen turkey
into her cart.
ten pounds of red potatoes are in there too.
sweet potatoes.
onions, celery. a bag of sugar.
olives, of different sorts.
bread for stuffing, cranberries.
pies and
vegetables.
her face is blush with tiredness
as she moves on
under the fluorescent lights,
making it all
seem dream like,
this supermarket.
i can see her thinking of gravy,
of who's coming,
who can't make it this time.
she's in her glory, her element.
a purse full of coupons and a long
list
she doesn't really need.
she's been down this road,
these aisles before.
what now, of course, she puts in
a large bag of marshmallows.
then wine, not one, not two but
three
bottles,
others will bring more.
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