My  Supermarket Valentine

 Beyond the Valleys of Frozen Corn

Lie lovely, loving, lover’s words

Guaranteed to snap the spell of marching time--

Or money back!



Fluorescent daybreak o’er the isle

finds rows and rows and rows

of husbands, friends and lovers

like a tomb of unloved soldiers



So what am I to think

of words close enough to claim your own

but, however carefully arranged,

so thoughtlessly evoked.



Last Revisited October 23, 2012