I walked into the shop
to buy a purse that fits
ten folded bills and coins
for the quick trip to church
and back. After combing
all the shelves to find none
that I liked, you walked in
plucking bottles like flowers
that soon laid on the register.
I watched you go back
to friends; stood frozen
on the aisle, unable to solicit
a name or muster a hi; left
with nothing in my basket,
in my hand: not what I wanted,
not what I found.
31 October 2023
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