vignette / what daylight brings
I'm drawn to the commonplace for reasons clearly defined
but not issued in the form of a directive, and I'm free to be
cantankerous if the opportunity presents itself.
this happens within the space between the chasm of deep sleep
and full awakening, the space where I find the pour of coffee,
the cat’s mellow meow, the reporting of annoying politics, and the occasional
appearance of something which changes its attitude with time and distance.
this morning the common sparrows daydream of a better station in life
which never comes, but the trees appear to be better served by sparrows.
what is not better served by morning's arrival is last night’s pronunciations
slathered across the illuminated screen panting for my blessing or pleading
to be forgiven its faults. –– as in.. every fucking morning.
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