While his wife shops at the grocery store,
the husband sits in the car in the parking lot.
A roll of paper towels escapes a bag
and bounces under the car so the woman
tries to reach it without touching her clothes
to the pavement until she pulls the car out,
straddles the fugitive towels and tosses the package
into the car like a naughty child
going to hear about it when they get home.
A flock of sparrows swoops to a stop
near the squashed bag of bread
and delicately dines on crumbs
until a rude patron roars into the spot
and parks his oil-dripping rattletrap.
His wife emerges, and he smiles
as he helps secure the goods inside
while in the next car in the front seat a dog sits
and stares at the automatic doors and people
until his master appears, and he stands and wags
his tail as his breath steams up the windshield
in a welcome-back bark.