stopping by the store on a chilly evening
poised mid-aisle, she calls
and I hear the whole story
while picking out squash
(In case it’s not apparent, I’m grateful we have …stores? Although it would be more peaceful to pick the squash out of the field, at this point, but… inevitably someone with a cart and a phone would be there, too, likely… It’s always this way, shopping before Thanksgiving…)