Cnr Princes St and Jetty St
Smells like yeasted doughnuts
Cinnamon and jam and cream
Every evening
There’s a bakery hiding in the aged stone
Blocks
But you can’t hide such odiferous charm
Like a secret weed op, dead giveaway.
There isn’t a shop
So I wait for the little green dude
Inside the rhythm of a timer
Until I can move on
Untasted.
City Stank
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