The
Aged
Lady
In
The
Grocery
Aisle
Pauses,
List
In
Hand,
Over
Some
Thing
She
Doesn’t
Under
Stand.
A
Confusion
Troubles
Her,
And
She
Looks
Around,
Up
And
Down.
A
Web
Of
Wrinkles
Form
A
Frown
As
She
Scans
The
Look
Alike
Soup
Cans,
Locates
What
She
Wants
On
The
Cluttered
Shelf,
Triumph
In
Her
Face,
And
Rolls
Her
Cart
Away
With
Fragile
Grace,
All
By
Herself.