Good Morning (#14,527)

It smells like breakfast here, but
No, I gave that meal up
Years ago. I compulse at my phone,
Doom-scroll diving and
See graying people and their familiar
Faces drawn into unfamiliar angles,
While this morning passes into
Mid-morning, winter wanes-
Though it is cooler than it should be
In nascent summer,
And quite quiet.

© SXT 2022

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I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.

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Stephen XT

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I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.

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