Morning Daze Another day approaches me. New wrinkles in the mirror I see. The alarm still ringing in my mind While I grope around, a towel to find. Sleep is, yes, inviting still. I turn away, exert my will To shower, shave, the clothes to press. A quarter till, fully dressed. The kitchen pantry, next I go. I stare onto the shelf below And fnally, to my senses, see The coffee can awaiting me. Hot and black soon going down. My face turns to a smile, from frown. The cobwebs, gaze and numbness pass. Just one cup more to make it last. Douglas Fletcher 4/22/01 |
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