I was walking at Trader Joe’s
Looking at onions, maybe avocados,
when I heard the tiniest voice
behind me: I love your hair!
I turned around, and there, gleaming,
was a small blond-haired pumpkin,
white-rimed glasses, pink coat
and a palm-tree on the top of her head.
I love your hair, and I love your glasses
And I love your heart, I said.
She giggled, pushed her little cart,
overfilled with joy, bouncing,
forward, ran up to the next person:
I love your hair! I love your hair!
I love this bag! I love this bag!
I love these tomatoes!
And from across the store
She spun around, looked at me,
lifted her tiny almost transparent fingers
And I am four!