cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Food For the Soul

Sun shining brightly
Through grocery store window
Trombone’s golden sounds
Matching the brilliance
Dixie Land jazz
Sent my feet toe-tapping.
I reached in my billfold
Made a gift to the hungry

Nearby Girl Scouts selling their cookies
And fond memories of delicious Thin Mints
Picked up on the trombone
Got into the groove
Formed a dazzling chorus line
All on a usual Saturday morning.
Broadway at the grocery store
Who would have imagined.

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