Walking through cobbled streets
no aims, no goals
Wonderful aimlessness.
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Stopped cold
an inviting presence
a rumble to remind.
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It’s lunchtime
stomach concerned
no meal on the horizon.
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So this new sight
most welcome
venture inside.
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Small talk planned
initiated
transacted.
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A precious parcel in hand
excitement barely contained
be seated.
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Tentatively unwrap
the unnatural peel
to get to the fruit inside.
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First bite
time stands still
waiting for the verdict of the tongue.
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An explosion of senses
a technicoloured dream
coating the mouth.
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Spiritual satisfaction
a new outlook on life
fuel for the day.
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Sometimes in life
the most mundane of things
can lift you up.
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Such as
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The simple sandwich.
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Alexander Stoddart
The musings of a melancholic man.
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