Morning Coffee


The nightly theater
Has shown the last scenes
Purging the brain
Of trivial things
Entrances opened
To the blinding light
Rising, I stand
And focus my sight
Trying to move
My feet are like lead
Mouth is as dry
As a crust of bread
Navigate the obstacles
Left on the floor
Follow my nose
Shuffle out through the door
Into the kitchen
Where finally I see
Fuel for the engine
Morning coffee

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