Today the New Englanders are shopping. Even on simple outings, one must always be willing to be flexible. For example, if a new lane opens in the grocery store, the New Englanders have been known to pick up their items right off the conveyor belt and move to a different line. They carry the bread, the eggs, the bag of oranges, the Milk of Magnesia, the pack of gum. It’s a juggle, but that’s life, isn’t it? How would the New Englanders enjoy the ease of a New England afternoon without the contrast in these moments of discomfort?
Nov. 17, 2013
One of 30 poems in 30 days