Sticky bun and coffee

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The bakery opens up at six
a couple blocks away
each morning I visit
to start my lazy day,
Coffee and a sticky bun
I'm usually first in line
you ask how I am doing
I say I'm doing fine,

Yesterday you queried
what I do all day
write, read and contemplate
is what I had to say,
You told me you are off at two
with nothing planned after
you ask me if I might enjoy
a bit of your laughter,

The two o'clock day was bright
the city square packed
with people busy on the go
brief-cased and back-packed,
I touched your shoulder, kissed your cheek
brushed off some remnant flour
we walked down by the river
and sat there for an hour,

We watched the ducks and people
a passing boat or two
danced around the question
what we really wanted to do,
We walked along the path
hand-in-hand into the night
six o'clock next morning
the bakery showed no light,

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AnonymousAnonymousover 9 years ago

Brilliance

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