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my morning coffee

Contributed by darkeyedman on Sunday, 10th November 2002 @ 12:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

The world is well under way as I grab my coat
And head out the door.
No early riser I as Saturday flashes its sunny smile
And hector, the neighbor’s cockerspaniel,
Barks at his latest conquest.
The luckless squirrel leaped upwards,
One arm twisted like a snake ready to strike.
He jumped again and again,
Till finally he fell panting onto the new mowed sod.
Lying Further from heaven and much closer to god.
Hector turns and wags his stubby tail as I pass.
Two blocks down the Tuesday morning knitting club
Meets in special session to discuss the weeks events.
Black hearted widows weaving webs of lies
As conversations turn and the gossip flies.
They see me, smile and wave,
And return to the seedy tales they are sewing.
I meet the preacher at the corner of fifth and State,
A quick handshake and he is gone.
Souls to save, perhaps, or he heard
The coins hit the collection plate, no matter.
I cross with the light and walk past
Store front windows reflecting upon what I’ve become.
Sliding into the booth at the corner café,
Swirling the cream into the black hole I call a life,
I breath the steam and look up.
There is the waitress with a big wide smile.
Did you ever see such a beautiful day?
‘nope’ was all I could think to say.

Copyright Â© darkeyedman ... [ 2002-11-10 12:00:00]
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Re: my morning coffee (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Sunday, 10th November 2002 @ 11:46:51 PM AEST
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From the title of the poem I didnt think it would be like this,very good write!
Christina

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