From Then To Beyond
At 7 am.l found time filling
my mouth with coffee-brimmed grinds;
my hand circling a porcelain mug
and dropping sugar,cube by cube,
into the murky liquid; never expecting
it to be sweet enough to drink
Then by noontime, my fingers
designed a crepe kite heavily trimmed
along its tai that it landed
on a neiahbor's fence. I needec to make
this day a fruitful one as I feigned sick ,
mumbling on the phone about a vicious cough---
frazzled and bored from a dreadful Wednesday,
yet looking at that dead kite,
I felt really like a champ. My sense of ennui
tells me, this day is a good one!
For Nayda Ivette Negron 11/23/2016
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