This small supermarket, backing onto where we live,
has served us faithfully; open all the hours
that we’re awake; whey-faced young staff,
minimum-waged and wishing themselves anywhere
else on earth, ever ready to dispense the things
our lives depend on: milk, newspapers, a lemon,
Though I remember when this was no supermarket
but a video store; new releases where
the fruit and veg now are, horror
in the dairy section, comedy in packaged goods.
And back then all the films we rented – the quirky
romcom, the well reviewed Polish mood-piece –
were on VHS.