French local supermarche
early in the am
have that peculiar stank
& at first
I thought mebbe
it’s the cheeses
those strange half wood boxes
round shallow
full of squidgy stuffs
mebbe it’s the local fruits
potatoes covered in dark earth
but no
the truth as ever
always more prosaic
the staff use the toilettes early
before the public come in
I saw this through the windows
nose pressed against the glass
one morning with the dawn
as I waited to buy
my pain de raisin & chocolat
tho’ my appetite
dwindled some
as I waited