Read Poem: A Trip to the Grocery Store, by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozábal

Gold drips in between
the trees branches and
leaves. The birds disperse
as more drippings shine
through the grown branches
as bees buzz in and out.
I feel the hot wind at my back
as I walk into the store to
purchase more eggs and an
array of fruit and vegetables.

As I return outside it is bright.
There is a glow following me
home and a warmth that leaves
me beaten. I go inside and
fix me some cider ale to bring
some mellowness to my day.

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