Good Shot

At 7 am, I 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 tail that it landed on a neighbor's fence. I needed 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 perfection tells me, this day is a one good shot!