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MINUTIAE
Smartphone serenade,
birds chirping, soothing guitar plays,
easing me awake.
5:50 day begins...almost...
5 snoozes, 5 satisfied grins,
6:15 it’s cover’s up.
Dazed, somewhat lugubrious,
inching my way to the shower.
Wake the sons.
Take them to school.
On the way jamming to “Hotel California,”
marveling that a 16 year old still appreciates “my music”
Also, getting homesick…the mere mention of California.
Lunch prep, 20 minute nap,
racing to the bus stop.
Utter mi oración de la mañana, en español y en voz alta.
Secure in the notion…
that God listen to all our prayers…
even when punctuated by…
a how-dare-you-cut-me-off epithet,
with corresponding gesticulation.
Just in time, at the bus depot.
Cruising the HOV,
Thumbing my nose at car people….not really, in my mind,
which frankly has a mind of its own, we taunted them good..
I mean well.
Snapped a pic of a cool cloud,
as I am wont to do.
I see a beaver nooooo a sunfish, anteater perhaps.
Favorite podcast floods my ears, Marc Maron WTF.
Touchdown downtown.
Midst the skyscraper canyons.
Audio swapped to some aural caffeine, "Let There Be Rock."
An AC/DC history lesson.
I still choke up a little
when I hear the roots of rock riff.
Newly enthused I reach my desk.
Work, work, work!
Back on the bus, writing a poem.
"It's just another day, do do do dooo dooo,
It's just another day!"**
**It's Just Another Day" written by Paul McCartney, 1971
birds chirping, soothing guitar plays,
easing me awake.
5:50 day begins...almost...
5 snoozes, 5 satisfied grins,
6:15 it’s cover’s up.
Dazed, somewhat lugubrious,
inching my way to the shower.
Wake the sons.
Take them to school.
On the way jamming to “Hotel California,”
marveling that a 16 year old still appreciates “my music”
Also, getting homesick…the mere mention of California.
Lunch prep, 20 minute nap,
racing to the bus stop.
Utter mi oración de la mañana, en español y en voz alta.
Secure in the notion…
that God listen to all our prayers…
even when punctuated by…
a how-dare-you-cut-me-off epithet,
with corresponding gesticulation.
Just in time, at the bus depot.
Cruising the HOV,
Thumbing my nose at car people….not really, in my mind,
which frankly has a mind of its own, we taunted them good..
I mean well.
Snapped a pic of a cool cloud,
as I am wont to do.
I see a beaver nooooo a sunfish, anteater perhaps.
Favorite podcast floods my ears, Marc Maron WTF.
Touchdown downtown.
Midst the skyscraper canyons.
Audio swapped to some aural caffeine, "Let There Be Rock."
An AC/DC history lesson.
I still choke up a little
when I hear the roots of rock riff.
Newly enthused I reach my desk.
Work, work, work!
Back on the bus, writing a poem.
"It's just another day, do do do dooo dooo,
It's just another day!"**
**It's Just Another Day" written by Paul McCartney, 1971
Published 26th Apr 2019
Author's Note
NaPo/GloPoWriMo poem #25.
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26th Apr 2019 6:37am
26th Apr 2019 7:19am
26th Apr 2019 12:16pm
26th Apr 2019 1:35pm
True...as I age the details become more beautiful and precious. In the end it's the seemingly mundane aspects of life are the most remembered and missed
26th Apr 2019 5:46pm
26th Apr 2019 6:58pm
You've give me a challenge I can't resist. I'll have read it first...it may take awhile to write. 😁
26th Apr 2019 9:16pm
Love this, it all feels so familiar.... the car-jam sessions, the driving prayers, the nose-thumbing... you evoke the satisfaction in the everyday things. Lovely!
11th May 2019 3:43am
11th May 2019 7:12pm
