Monday, September 29, 2008

Satisfied

Today I wake up quickly,
Hop out of bed with springy feet. 
The sunlight lulls me back when I 
Begin to walk the humid street.
Down the block from where I work, 
A restaurant whose noise and smells
Make cereal obsolete, and nine
is far from holy twelve. 

I eat until my aching sides 
Turn satisfaction past its prime. 
A plump and unambitious time,
Wistful and sublime. 

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