Ahh she said
on seeing me for the
first time in months
now I know what
you’ve been doing
all those Saturday
mornings
when I see Steve
walking by himself to
the patisserie
to buy your breakfast croissants
you’ve been lying in
your bed
thinking
and growing your
hair
The perfect poem for a Saturday morning. It made me smile and shake my head in delight.
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ReplyDeletebest thing to do on a saturday, that is to say; when there is actually someone fetching the croissants..
ReplyDeleteThank you! 🙂
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