The Check-out Line
Standing in the Check-out Line
I marvel at how she is so fine.
Try as I may, I just can’t find,
The perfect “check out line”.
With charm and a smile,
I watch her gracefully bag,
Other shoppers’ purchases,
And my heart begins to sag.
I try to think of magical words.
To draw the extra smile.
It’s such a feeble attempt,
To woo and beguile.
It's right down the street,
And I do need some yogurt.
So I make the short trip.,
A little more can’t hurt.
She stands there for hours.
I hope she wears good shoes,
She needs some comfort,
As she shoos away my blues.
And as I wait and ponder,
This walking, talking dream,
I hear such beautiful music,
As she’s simply bagging some ice-cream.
“Hi, how are you today?”
She asks as my pulse lifts.
She has no idea of the joy she dispenses,
Or the pleasures of her other gifts.
“I’m fine. How about you?
Will you be able to enjoy this sunshine?”
I ask and she hasn’t a clue,
Of how she has blown my mind!
“I hope to play some Ultimate Frisbee,
Maybe later in the day.”
Darling, I will catch anything,
That you’ll ever throw my way.
Oh, dear me,
If there wasn’t a crowd,
And if I had the courage,
I’d say it, out-loud.
I stand there,
Straining, for words to say.
Futilely I stand there,
With jumbled words in my way.
“Did you find everything okay?”
“Is this debit or credit?”
I found you, music, the stars.
If only I had the courage to have said it.
“It’s a debit.
I hope you get outside to play.”
I’d catch your Frisbee with my teeth!
Is what I’d like to say.
She smiles and punches our buttons.
“It’s really pretty out there.”
Oh dear, you are a charming girl!
God, I love your hair.
“Would you like a bag for that?”
“Thank you dear, I have one.”
I hope she touches my hand,
When our transaction is done.
“You have a good day,
And hurry back!”
Thoughts flood my head,
But not of yogurt in a sack.
I soak in her smile.
Thoughts permeate and swirl.
My day is completely occupied,
By the lips of the check-out girl.
She’s a goddess at the register,
And she is, indeed, sublime.
I’m wearing a pathway to her store,
Stocking one item at a time.
But this yogurt will not be enough.
The fat is very low.
I’ll make an errand for bananas.
And one more for some “nuts to go!”
~Micky Dee~
Arthur Dodge - Checkout Line
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