an after dinner walk on a cold evening is a pleasant experience
there is comfort in putting on gloves . zipping up your fleece
shifting downward a wool hat . the sensation of breathing
in cold air and letting out a cloud of steam feels medicinal
i return to my car . start it . clean the front window
and drive out of the apartment complex . a left turn then
right . straight ahead half a mile then left again right once
more and immediately left into the grocery store lot . inside
for green onions and two packages of imitation crab meat
check out stand three is the shortest . a woman is unloading
her cart . a boy in is the child seat . after placing the food
on the conveyor belt she reaches in her purse and brings out
food vouchers . my shoulders slump . processing them is time
consuming . there are signings to be done . several debit card
swipes and much button pushing
i back lean against a counter and look at the womans food
several small packages of meat . oranges avocados peppers
in neatly tied plastic bags . milk . a bundle of corn tortillas
my turn finally comes . slightly annoyed i do not
return the cashiers hello . i pay bag my food and
walk out . to the left is a large red vending machine
dvds rentals . the front displays whats available
one catches my eye . an astronaut is standing . his helmet
is held in hand waist high and his head turned a bit to the
right with eyes cast downward . the backround is a plain
concentric pattern . the mood pensive . desolate
the title is moon