Evidence of cheer at Safeway this cashier,
her smile as wide as the paper goods aisle
I toured (crafty euphemism for
messes we make). “May I take
your bags?“ Fill them with your thrill
- no, not thrill, nothing that lasts until
it’s gone. Nothing temporal or done.
When she checks you out (never checking you out)
you forget this is an errand to check off your list.
You dismiss the tabloids, equanimity exists.