So for breakfast,
-an early one for Saturday-
he gets a six pack of the local brew,
some canned pineapple and jarred asparagus,
one pack of chocolate bars and two packs of cigs.
He walks home pressed to the facades; it’s raining.
In the countryside, people would see it and talk.
In the city, people see it and talk.
But either way, the red-faced man leaves alone, onward.
We’re all free people after all…