careless love

i see how

they turn over the fruit.

the plums

and apples.

how they turn over 

the melons, tapping

at their

hard skin.

tasting a grape.

i see how they inspect

nearly everything

before

putting it into the cart

and moving on.

holding kiwi to the light.

i wonder

if i should do the same

and stop

being so

careless with love

again.