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.