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POEM: Sunwich On Rye

Sunwhich On Rye

He called her number
as he stepped into the wind;
she picked up on the second ring.
Over the phone, he gave her a tour
of the general store, read her
the funny sayings on the pencil cases.
She waited while he ordered a sandwich,
waited again while he payed for it.
He carried the sandwich in a brown paper bag,
chatting through the wind
as he walked back to his office.
Finding someone who gets you is uncommon.
Finding someone who’s willing to stick with you
as you both change turns out to be exceedingly rare.

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21 April 2022
Pittsfield MA

(NaPoWriMo Day 21)

Published in My poems NaPoWriMo2022 Poetry

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