Her husband drives them to the market.
The poet sees the leaves
as little cups of sunlight.
Her husband comments
about the sorry state of the roads.
They park and get out of the truck.
The poet smells the sweet-mown grass.
Her husband is happy
that the parking space is close
to the entrance.
They walk through the aisles
filling their shopping cart.
The poet sees the cart
as a holder of hope.
Her husband looks for ice cream.
They check out and take the bags to the truck.
The poet smiles at her husband,
a love sonnet she’s worked on for 26 years.
Her husband squeezes her hand,
and drives them home, thinking of ice cream.
published in Garden of Neuro for World Poetry Day, March 21
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