isle eight

super market romantic

she's there to buy something
an imported good for her imported well being

he's there to look, to think
a browser with an interest in brilliant colors

they stumble upon each other
upon entry and a smile between canned goods

she selects lucozade and udon
she selects cash out teller number ten

he follows, watches, stands too close
to purchase a pike of apples and carton of cream

the teller doesn't know
she's agreed to follow him home

after an uninterrupted suit meets sweater
in the center of isle eight

a hello, hello, and happy valentine's day
a yes and a kiss

as the old woman strode by
she didn't lift her head

and two strangers made arrangements
for other isles on other days