Someone I’ve been chatting with online has gotten me thinking about poetry, and so over the past couple days I’ve been freshening up my old poetry documents—reformatting them into new Word documents and so forth. (Most were written over ten years ago so were stored in file formats I could barely read, so the update was sorely needed.) It’s easy to look back and think what I messed-up teen I was, though actually I suppose no more so than most.

Anyway all this (and reading my friend’s poems) made me a bit poetically-minded and as I was standing in line at the grocery store, something started forming in my mind. When I got home it only took me a few minutes to jot down this quick little ditty, entitled “Reflections from a Supermarket Checkout”, which I promptly submitted to Poetry.com.

Curiously enough, the website has a 20-line limit on poems. I guess if I suddenly become hyper-poetic and compose an Iliad-like masterpiece, it won’t be gracing the pages of Poetry.com.