love is in groceries
and grimaced facesÂ
when milk is spilled
and hearts hit the floor
and tissues that find their way toÂ
waste baskets
the unwonderful
used band aids
and muddled schedules
muffled coughs
stuffed ears
the one hundred and twentieth
bless you
a little triteÂ
exhausted
inexhaustible
uttered in a day that’s true.