FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Standing in a queue at the supermarket
With my basket filled for one
Tin of beans, potatoes and eggs,
And a small steak I’d cook, well done

I saw her there with her long red hair
Her basket filled for one
A bag of loose fruit, plain yoghurts,
Tomatoes that had dried in the sun

Declining the offer for help packing
My shopping was scanned
and bagged out of sight
The red head slip-streamed me
with her healthy options
Then disappeared into the suburban night