The veneration of olive oil and pasta
Is a fact of life
At the deli that I patronise.

Sandwiches serve as a pretext
For spreading garlic butter.

The son works under the mother;
Everyone knows who is in charge.

I watch them come and go, the regulars,
Exchanging easy banter
With the ones behind the counter.

I find that I enjoy the atmosphere;
No one is hurried here,
And earthly pleasures are respected.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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