Fall 1993 • Vol. XV No. 4 Poetry |

A Small Moment

I walk into the bakery next door To my apartment. They are about To pull some sort of toast with cheese From the oven. When I ask: What's that smell? I am being A poet. I am asking What everyone else in the shop Wanted to ask, but somehow couldn't. I am speaking on behalf of two other Customers who wanted to buy the Name of it. I ask the woman Behind the counter for a percentage Of her sales. Am I flirting? Am I happy because the days Are longer? Here's what She does: She takes her time Choosing the slices. "I am picking out The good ones," she tells me. It's April 14th. Spring, with five to ten Degrees to go. Somedays, I feel my duty, Somedays, I love my work.

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