of rosemary olive bread
i tell
the man
behind the counter
in a tall white
baker's hat.
the store
is filled with the sweet
and savory
scents
of freshly baked bread.
the loaf
is still warm
in the bag as i carry it home,
eating it
in small snatches,
breaking through the crust.
life is suddenly
good again.
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