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Dec 2015
Five days a week
   for six months now
I have crossed the street
   from work
to the little shop
   that sells sticky buns
pork nuzzled by pastry
   and perused the food
something for lunch
   and almost always pick
a baguette brimming with chicken
   chilled cucumber disks
a sprinkling of lettuce
   plus a muddy-coloured latte
for that extra afternoon kick

though today is different
   I’m feeling ruthless
a shimmery packet of salt and vinegar
   waits for me to pluck it
from the shelf
   squeak it open
the lady says hi and I reply
   with a we’ve spoken
five days a week for six months now
   and it’s about time I told you
these small encounters
   brighten my day
a rotten cliché I know
   so I leave quick with my grub
but a tiny grin on my face

unwrap the baguette
   take a satisfying bite
Written: December 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, and another in my ongoing series of poems that focus on trivial, everyday events to some people that nobody really thinks about much - in this case, finding something to eat on your lunch break. This piece is not based on real events. Please note the title may change soon. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page is available on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the near future.
Reece AJ Chambers
Written by
Reece AJ Chambers  27/M/Northamptonshire, England
(27/M/Northamptonshire, England)   
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