the cold air conditioning
raises goosebumps on my skin
as i enter the supermarket,
my sneakers squeaking on the tiled floor.
the sliding doors click closed behind me
as the rich smell of soil fills my nose.
only a few feet ahead, a boy
is pulling dead petals
off of bright yellow sunflowers.
his name tag says he's called Oliver.
he is rather cute.
YOU ARE READING
supermarket flowers. ☼
Poetry{ in which a boy works in the floral department of a supermarket and falls for a girl who loves flowers } 3/31/17 - #66 in poetry co-author : @little_broken_bird
