Grind

This is a morning,
new but much the same
as so many others
rich with thick syrup
on beautiful waffles.
This is a burnt sunrise
taken with hot tea
held in hands like prayer.
This is a wish for touch
lost in days zooming by
in a haze of checking clocks.
This is a morning,
meant to be forgotten
as so many others
rich with daydreams
of adventures.

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