"I'll leave you all the weapons for that", Pat smiled and perched the two too-tall cinnamon buns down beside me on the windowsill, as promised fully armed with knife, fork and serviette
I entered the fray and caught the eye of the postman as he fought with his cart along the too narrow, not-quite-cobbled path, slick with rain, and then he nodded and gave way to the guy in the slow sports wheelchair
while the young mum on low reserves wrestled with her twin girls up past the town hall and gallery, perhaps with the promise of grandma's cookies
- all this while Jill's coffee brewed patiently alongside the buns as she and Deb re-ran long laughter of past adventures and plotted paths to future endevours.
Welcome to the pharmacy, for poetry.
It's a poetry book store *** cafe *** pharmacy *** community space - go to poetrypharmacy.co.uk