I awake to a door open morning
while sitting on the living room couch
having a coffee and wondering
if the day will be like all the others;
being retired is like being a
bitch-in-heat with no prospects
around with which to play the game;
cats on deck rails moaning at birds,
watching the grass grow in centimeters,
and writing daily thoughts while hoping
hot coffee stirs the bowels is all I do;
glancing at the time, I wonder just
how fast or how slow the day will pass
and if in its passing, I will be seen
as a participant or as a spectator.
15Apr17
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