Mangoes And Donuts Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Favoritism? Never me!
But perhaps for a food shopping spree.
With different colored fruits,
Lay decked out for me.

Mangoes piled-up,
Under ceiling lamps,
Lit-up in bright mango colors.

Now I swoosh my cart by,
Aisles of ketchup, mustard and mayo.
All bottles standing on the shelves,
Proud to be themselves.

To later be eaten by some customer.

Later custard donuts and jalepeno breads,
Both looked at me and stood in their shelf.
When I chose the custard donut,
I tossed it in my cart.

I knew the grocery clerk would,
Use his calculation scan screen,
Then hand it to me as if that donut had been,
Made for me.

I knew this shopping adventure was over.
I pushed the dancing, rattling cart to my car.
At home I put the groceries away.
Another happy King's supermarket day.