I sipped my coffee, looking out at the gentle town -
The thin road sweeper with his wide brimmed hat -
The trout laid glistening upon a bed of ice -
The river at the end of the street -
The artisan bakery with its exquisite focaccia -
All this reassured me -
This was where I'd sip my coffee -
Snare the words which were like birds in a tree -
Friday October 4 2019
The Italian Bakery
Wareham
Dorset
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