the grocery store romance

when

young we developed

radar

for the opposite sex,

we could feel

it, see it,

smell it if you will,

the possibility

of a romantic

interlude.

whether in a smoky bar

or crowded

room,

a party of some sort,

or perhaps

in the grocery store.

eye contact was made,

and the game

began,

or so you hoped,

but no more, now we

push forward

our carts,

filling it with meat

and carrots,

potatoes

and bread, things on

our list,

our mission

is to leave,

and get out the door.