The Second Coffee

Boy (what we call him, not his real name) is always going outside just to see what's about. Ice is a particular fascination. He has a natural scientific curious exploratory type of mind. We found some human bones once, but we were exploring an abandoned church crypt.

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Signs of this family rousing

From sleep; Footsteps

Toilet flushes, mumbling

Retraced steps for things forgotten

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Cereal bowls take their

Morning journey, cups swoop

From hooks, kettle flies

To tap and back, spoon tray clatters

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Dog stares it is her Jedi mind

Trick to get breakfast

Every morning her bowl is

Replenished, clever mind trick

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Washing machine jaw opens

On a side hinge, dirty clothes

Stuffed in to rumble

Through the belly drum

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Second coffee. Around this

Percolated calm, problems arise

But the lost trousers will be

Inevitably, in the airing cupboard

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Other lost items materialise, such as shoes

Drying on the hearth-stone, and they are

Found to be not in the place they were left

And no, forgetfulness cannot explain it

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Second coffee, sip by sip, takes all this

Morning flounce in comfortable strides

Across this most familiar landscape, still

Can enjoy the cantankerous scenes

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I watch them repeat my mood-skip

On seeing the mist, the tide of which

Has slipped down, but one can still, with

Vividness, conjure pictures of sailing ships

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Washing machine ruminates

Boy ventures out to look for ice

He finds a piece of discarded mouse

He observes it as a right hindfoot

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Above the vapour haze, heavenly

Blue unbounded, a band of bright

Atmosphere ties the world up

Proffers today as a gift

Comments

Boy said…

Go 313! Spanner's mind control powers *Feed, Walk, Play*

The Boy

15 December 2011 at 14:09

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