Saturday, October 27, 2007

Quote: Arthur Miller Poem:

Arthur Miller died on February 11, 2005. He said, "Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."

Shopping Cart Blues

Wurlitzer sounds bring me down
Isles that once held that big fire
Truck over frozen peas.
Hold my hand and squeeze
Cantaloupes. Push the cart
As I disappear underneath.
Ridged steel and unpaid
Groceries, essentials
Dad would mutter throwing
A bag of potatoes
Behind my small bones.
Take me where you oughtta
To the end
Of meat counters
To the beginning
Of checkout lines.

No one pushes me down
Linoleum isles anymore.
I am the giant to smiling eyes
Under the haul of carted food.
Gone are the organ sounds
Of Montavani in return
Is the smell of Havarti,
And so much responsibility.