done with trouble

is it just one more

thing

to make your day,

or is this

just the way of the world,

with everything falling

apart. i push the cart

down the aisle of the

grocery store.

the bent wheel pulling

hard right,

the clanging

of metal,

the noise of it all, 

rattling.

and before i put the first

apple into

the basket.

i leave. 

i'm done with trouble.

small or large.