Everything so quiet in the grey morning light
I remind myself that it is 7am on a Saturday morning
I tie the dog to the post in front of the bakery
And buy my croissants
As I’ve always done
As I’ll always do
Two hours have passed
The streets are empty
There is a blue sky somewhere
Downstairs the butcher smokes a cigarette in the courtyard
Like he’s always done
Like he’ll always do
I tell her that everything will be ok
I sit down at this machine and look out the window
At midday I’ll have a glass of red wine before lunch
Like I’ve always done
Like I’ll always do


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