Walking with the weekly dregs, of soup cans, tomatoes, & cauliflower,
Passing the empty stares, vacant looks and rude remarks,


It must be Halloween, look at all the Zombies, please no treats,
or tricks,
I have joined the masses,

My cart has a broken wheel and constantly shifts to the left
Pressure to the Right, no back to the Left,

The 200lb's of cat litter doesn’t help,
Beware of The “Cat Lady”, Yes, I have become The “Cat Man”
Just as Crazy,

Listening “Sir could you tell me where I can find the lower sodium Gefilte fish”? did I even spell Gefilte right?

Aisle 10 next to the Tuna

And then it happens! Crash, (I wasn’t looking, I wanted to see if Sorry Charley was really next to Gefilte) right into the luxury cart, parked in my space,

I was ready to give my mean, meaningless I’m sorry I’ve become the one person I feared as a child The grumpy old man.

I look up and my breathing stop, she captured me with her lovely face
I was sent reeling to a distant romantic time & place, centuries ago

Did she drift slightly towards me? Or was it just my imagination,

Did our eyes hold each other in an embrace? Or was it just my imagination

Did she see the poet in my heart?, Or was it just my imagination

Was there anything at all?, Or is it my imagination.

Either way my heart is closed and youthful energy gone,

I gave a soft I’m sorry lowered my eyes and walked away,

Scowled a couple of brats, get out of the way,
**** cart shifts to the left,

I had to look back, I caught a glimpse,

of a single teardrop running down her cheek,
or was it just my Imagination

Firewalker