In The Sandwich Shop

Green eyes and brown hair she greets me.Straight-off my hunger ignites.Hot panini - goats cheese and roast veg,A combo designed to delight. "An artist?" she asks me directly,With candour remarkably free."Well, collage sometimes," words stumble-out."While lately there's been more poetry." "You know Simonov, Konstantin? His war poem lament Wait For Me?""I don't," I say, "will… Continue reading In The Sandwich Shop