I took it with me

to the grocery store today. We walked
the aisles searching for the ketchup
and mayonnaise. I got distracted in
the check-out line. Thought the drawer

of the register was a church bell
tolling the beginning of the hour. I put you
back in place, with a tint of red streaked
on my face, a little blush was I for my

dalliances, this time. Outside the wind tugged
at my hair as a baby does, clutching
the long straw-like honey strands as if they
were dandelions in tiny,

****** hands. And then releasing them,
but not without pulling a hefty ***. Looked
for my car. But I got lost, as I always do
in my thoughts.