Morning and Coffee
He is tired in his bones
as if the chronic tug of gravity
has bent each one
into catenary misalignment.
Muscles balk at moving
such a bent, resistant burden.
A dirtied light falls through
the grimed windowpanes.
Are the aroma and flavor of coffee
worth the struggle of getting up?
For another day, the appetite prevails
and the not quite dead weight rises.
as if the chronic tug of gravity
has bent each one
into catenary misalignment.
Muscles balk at moving
such a bent, resistant burden.
A dirtied light falls through
the grimed windowpanes.
Are the aroma and flavor of coffee
worth the struggle of getting up?
For another day, the appetite prevails
and the not quite dead weight rises.
"Coffee? Coffee? Adults need coffee. You have your youth."
--line from a cartoon I watched when I was in first grade.*
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You nailed the dismount.
Excellent. Gary!
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"not quite dead weight." Yow. *
Have you been looking in my window? Captures the feeling just right. *
Thank you for readings and comments, Amanda, Rachna, Roz,
Bill, Matt, and John.
A good poem, Gary.
Thank you, Sam.
Some mornings are easier than others for sure.*
Thank you, Gary.
cuppa good *
Thanks, Brenda.
"A dirtied light falls through
the grimed windowpanes."
at least the sun is shining, that's something
<3
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Thanks, Bud.
* Love everything about this
Thanks, Epiphany.