micropoem for the day: face

It’s a new morning. It’s like the first day ever. Yesterday’s troubles are over. It’s a new beginning. I crawl out of bed and wrestle my clothes from the back of a chair. Most of the time they win. This morning I win. It’s not even close. Those clothes are k.o.ed. Already I can see this is going to be my day. I head for the coffee. I pour myself a mug of the java juice. Once the coffee is consumed, it’s on to the next thing.

morning face
eyes staring at me–
mirror face