Saturday, January 16, 2010

do you remember, a poem

Do you remember that time
In whole foods
We picked out
Pasta and sauce
And cookie dough
And there was that baby in line ahead of us
With strawberry hair
In that gray and green stroller
And she smiled at you
And you smiled back and waved
With one finger
And your eyes got really big
And your mouth made an “o”
And the baby laughed
From her gut
And kicked her legs up
And her eyes, like saucers, danced
And I remembered that our parking meter had run out of time
And I told you I’d meet you at the car
And you met me there
With a bouquet of yellow and orange and purple and white
And I smiled
And you smiled
And we held hands on the way home
And talked about living on a farm

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