Awaken
at 6 AM, same time and place,
new
day, same pace, slow and steady as
she
goes. Slip on house shoes, a loose fit,
no
laces.
Coffee’s
brewing, routine moves, no plans
today.
Read and write, nothing profound to
say.
Hunt and peck something out, anything
which
comes to mind anyway.
One
day fewer than yesterday to consider.
Chopin’s
worries are over; his prelude No.
15
in D-flat continues to play. Sip coffee
and
smoke cigarette deliberately.
Smoking
will kill you one day, some folks
say.
Many who made that claim have long
since
passed away. House shoes are a loose
but
fine fit most any day.
Nowhere
in particular to go, I have been here
before.
And, I shall proceed in this time and
place,
keeping pace, slow and steady, smoke
rings
rising, until I am no more.
Chris
Hanch 5-20-18
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