Pauses I Make At The Grocery Store Poem by John W. McEwers

My heart tracks time at odd intervals
Like I remember it was eleven bread loaves ago
that I noticed this woman so sweet.
Six packs of ham since my heart skipped a beat,
four gallons of milk since I first dreamed to sweep out her feet,
and since she said 'No' it's been one box of crackers, whole wheat.

But the time between real love not the puppy stuff
can't be measured in food
yet when I walk by the melons
I can't but remember
my passionate fruitful you.