the start of a brand new day
there’s something missing he said
opening the refrigerator
pulling out a mcintosh and
gutting it with the round steel slicer
deliberately he ate slice after slice in
complete silence
focusing on the uneasy feeling
deep inside his core
outside on the front patio he heard
the daily paper kicking the door
out back a stray cat cried in the cold
garnering the attention of camouflaged chickadees
sitting quietly from within the pines
a gust of wind brought forth new life
from the many wind chimes
beneath his feet he feels the morning train
beginning to roll from a few miles away
a good forty minutes late he tells himself
as the first whistle blows
the sun breaks free from the clouds
january two thousand fifteen
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