The Bouncing Brother
Fluorescent lights force day of evening;
Scents of fresh-baked pastries and the chatter of casual shoppers
Drift about rows of canned vegetables and bottled condiments,
Riding the coattails of lilting music I don’t recognize
I guide the steel-ribbed buggy through tight aisles and
Around tighter corners.
My little bouncing brother hops beside me, first on one foot then the other,
A trip to the grocery store as exotic, as exciting as an excursion to Jupiter.
Along the case of frozen foods he waves at his reflection, trying to make friends
With the kid in the glass.
Trounce, flounce, bounce,
His enthusiastic, hopeful dance begs, “Cookies, please!”
1. How does the bouncing brother feel while in the grocery store?