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It Was A Good Day

Wake up
Toss on some tunes
Groove through the rooms
Brush teeth
Rub off sleep
Shower with just shampoo
;Froth drops;
Run a wet razor over your face
Eyes closed
Still trying to doze
Dry off, grab clothes
:Cut glove: hat: shell toes:
Barrel out the door
Strap a helmet on
Push off the lawn
On a bicycle
Glide through downtown
Lock your bike by the river,
Shake off an April shiver,
Walk in,
Clock in,
Shoot the shit,
Get coffee, immediately ask the pastry chef “where’s the chocolate?”
Saute the mirepoix,
Slide the smoked bacon in the oven
Chase that fresh and fleeting dream again
Consciousness is slow to awaken
Now
You’re facing
That bus girl
You like
Sharing a tension heavy hello
Now
Sharing a crispy piece of bacon
“What else are you making?” as she leans on your shoulder
Small talk as you chew
Answering her other questions
Now (quelling the adrenaline rush)
Telling her you’re free at 2

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