Poetry

Cornucopia

the wire mesh of the trolley
confines our shopping choices
shallow or deep, all is tumbled in
and cost scanned, meals planned or
random – salad destined to waste
silent freezer packs forgotten
a unworn top, such a bargain
skulking in your wardrobe dark
nevermind
grasping the cold handles
toddler wedged in the rack
adding his whining soundtrack to
an errant wheel flipping and dragging
negotiated aisle between cereals
and household cleaning
shopping or dreaming
the wheels turn and swivel
the plated wire clashes
we continue