How I Greet the Day

My eyes are blanketed by a black veil that hangs in the air

I imagine the smell of coffee

Iced and tucked away behind the milk in the fridge


Between sips

I’ll scrawl the answers to my calculus problems

Teasing out the answer onto my whispery paper.


I’ll run on a path carved by bowing trees

Crunching leaves and gravel

My eyes on the metamorphosis in the foliage


I curl my toes.

In five minutes I’ll get up,

So I can greet the day,

and enjoy these moments.


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