Morning Senses

Stretching dog funk,

Slapping rain on cold puddles,

Whir of a rushing stream barely within its banks

A low moan from a distant train bringing a comfort and sadness to my heart

Lingering flavor from steaming coffee, bitter, pure

Dry skin aching to get going,

Disciplined whispers promoting motivation,

Good morning.

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