is happy to give you a free slice.
there's butter,
honey,
jam.
the girl with blue eyes
in her summer
dress
behind the counter.
the bearded man
in his white apron and white
hat, busy
with the oven,
the racks.
they look content, but tired
as you stare
at the chalk board with
today's
fresh loaves.
a dozen different types.
no apple scrapple, you say
with disappointment
monday the girl says.
monday.
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