Grams Ramblings: No Chicken

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1st April
Now it starts- napowrimo.
Day 1

No Chicken

You sit on the cold pavement
wrapped in your colourful sleeping bag
attempting to maintain the cold at bay
this crisp March morning,
subsequent to the measures
that lead to the the doors
 of the smaller church.
Your hands, knarled and gritted
with the road,
 reach out in hope.
Your eyes locate a  corner
of my soul-
“Are you hungry?
Can I get you a sandwich?”
“Yes, thank you…”
Is that an Albanian accent
“What sort would you like?”
I will not make the option for you.
“Chicken please…”
“No chicken left , what about
 ham and cheese?”
“That is fine, Thank you”
You are polite.
You take my hand.
I want I could take you residence.
I sit with you,
speak for a bit,
then leave to go residence to my
centrally heated residence.

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