Aisle 3

A hat surrounds the little lady
Lost in Aisle 3
Shadows from the broad brim veil her
Off-brand O’s of sugar trail her
Crunched beneath her checked Chuck Taylor
Sneakers as she slides behind
The cardboard salsa/chip display
I hesitate then turn away
I’m not convinced that folks won’t mind
Or think there’s something slightly shady
In an older man like me
Staring at the little lady
Lost in Aisle 3

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