Wednesday, July 9, 2014

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I worry about the day.

Normally
I wake up and head first for the kitchen
Where a coffee pot awaits
Day after day
I do this
Except that today
I didn't

I thought I had.

Normally
After I turn on the pot
I bathe
And when I am done
And dressed
The coffee waits for me

It was not waiting this morning.

Normally
I do not worry about such things
I try not to be superstitious
I am supposed to be a man of reason
A man who considers what is before acting
And superstition has no place in that

I cannot shake the feeling that something is wrong.

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