Posted by: KJSmyling | February 27, 2009

Breakfast

she stands in line
bottle clutched
like an infant
to her chest

the mottled hand trembles
as she counts the coins
retrieved from gaps and crevices
fumbles to find the last
five pence

reaching the car
the cap unscrewed
the first mouthful gulped down
the one that levels
breakfast taken
the day begins

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  1. LOL…this isn’t the little old lady from the other day is it? 😉


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