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!
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