On the market square, where a
a long demolished store once stood,
a lone salesman selling bread
trapped in a near endless conversation
with one of the old locals - one
of those who come solely to talk,
to break their solitude, and eventually,
out of belated courtesy, buy
a single piece of bread.
11.04.2023
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