On The Street Where You Live

A Love Poem From The Grocery Store

Bananas and licorice,
we met on the freeway,
you ran out of gas,
cranberries and cheddar cheese,
the 7-11 fifteen miles down the highway
was the last place we talked,
and I thought only of Karma,
raspberries and mushroom cream soup.
Later, when I was clearing the keys
from my pockets, I was shocked to
see your card.
Lemonade and sweet beans,
"SuperFresh, 350 South Street."
And here we stand,
among the lobster and steak dinners,
the champagne and the big, white
carrot cake, and –
your smile with mine.

~Hammeh