Watching the entrance to Liquor Mart

Backlit by the fluorescent vending machine, in one fluid motion
he bends down to grab a cold Coke from the rectangular slot,
orange Kron bag swings behind him, and he pushes off ,
gliding away into the darkness.
A few feet away, the brittle sound of breaking glass,
a young couple stand at the back of their car,
staring stupidly at their lost purchase,
a young man dressed in a Liquor Mart apron appears,
sweeps the broken pieces into an empty cardboard box.
An elderly couple walks out carrying a single bottle of wine,
elegantly strolling, arm in arm.