First glances

It was in the aisle at meijer 

I immediately sized him

Up 

His rouge beard hair, shaggy salt and pepper hair hidden under a hat, a Jean jacket from the 80's tucking him in 

I thought he must be looking at flowers 

Hopeful to find just the right thing to woo a woman in his single, discontent, disheveled life 

Passing him, I took in the details

And found quickly it was not blooms that had caught

His eye

Instead I found his head was cocked upward toward a bookshelf, and as I passed I glanced in his cart to see it full of birdseed for wild birds 

And I thought

I bet I would like this man 

I bet he has a lot to talk about