where hermits go to shop

A hermit strolls in solitude, Through aisles of spectral hush; Each item glows in lyric touch— A loaf, a pear, a thought subdued. A breeze of absence wafts the shelves, As jars reflect the moonlit haze; Soup cans muse their silent ways, Their labels hum from dusty elves. Walls fold into a dreamlike sway, Perspective bends, aisles intertwine; Where groceries dwell in lines divine, The hermit shops, the world away. .