To live in Germany,

To spend hours in the Getrankemart.

The endless pallets of beverages,

Primaily beer and liquor.

To enter into the Supermarkt

Constantly filled with fresh produce.

To the dairy section where,

The eggs are provided by neighbor. 

And the milk is maybe two days old

Milked, a kilometer down the street.

To submit a deposit to use the cart

For the biweekly shopping trip.

To the butcher, where the scent

Of every cut of meat fills the air. 

To the candy section where

Haribo rules the aisle. 

To visit on Saturday mornings,

When the fishermen return from weeklong trips. 

To live in a foreign place

And see their different taste.