There isn't a bakery in town to speak of
save the day-old store over
on the corner of Main and Elm St.
that never sees more than 2 parked cars
a day. No greeting of cinnamon
in the morning or hot powdered doughnuts
to fill the senses when I
fling open my doors and step out on the balcony.
No coffee shop or art gallery, either.
Refinement is found only on the bridge
leading into town, teenage love stories
written in spray paint
and last week saw the appearance
of a smiley face next to the blaring red
statement about catching the next train out.
Its author must have also realized
the importance of a local bakery.
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