In the Supermarket
Is he a footman or a charioteer?
A few yards down the aisle his busy wife
Selects the treats and staples for their life,
The trolley left to him to push and steer.
The reins that link them are invisible,
As real as love, as strong as twisted rope.
He watches as she lingers near the soap,
His heart responding to the slightest pull.
In her head perhaps she hears his voice
Restraining her or calling for more speed
While she selects with care the things they need,
Their life together mirrored in each choice.
As they check out I smile indulgently
And wait for you to choose our brand of tea.
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