Jan 08
poem 0 comments challenge: Memory
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I look up

I spot something interesting out of the corner of my eye

The sounds of grocery carts surrounds me 

The isles abundant in intriguing things tower above


I turn in a circle

People around me with shopping carts race through the isles 

Grocery bags swing by my face 

Everyone focused on getting what they need

Getting what they want

Getting to the checkout line as fast as possible

Panic rises in me

I start to cry

“There you are,” my mom says, “don’t run away like that again.”