e.e.cummings and goings

        e. e. cummings
and goings
I read in the back recess
of the corner store
in the Big Box shadow
of modernism,

        could have read
at home, on-line, virtually
Kindle-iPad-Apple
while eating an apple
or a peach
perhaps a banana,

        but then I'd have not walked
through the noisy maze
past street fairs
people of all suits
and no suits,

       not stopped for coffee
with apple pie
ice cream melting on top
       alive with the day,

turning to night
with you
who I met
on my stroll to the Poet Corner store,