With A Click Of A Finger

    
   
   
The morning rumble
spilling from the      
coffee grinder    
surrounding    
smells  
of freshly baked    
treats    
had me returning
 
I sat on the same stool    
at the round Stainless Steel table.    
Bit into croissant    
sipped on java    
looked into crisp  
morning mist  
     
planned the day.
     
I used to sit behind a laptop      
in the old days.  
These days, I wouldn't cary      
a bulky thing like that    
around.    
     
Today I'm thinking    
of what it was exactly      
that forced me to let      
my guard down      
this time?
     
Think about the children.
What's best for them    
weigh up what society thinks    
-juggle the motive      
in my mind  
and
     
start building  
walls  
three bricks thick    

The women here    
dig right through    
brick walls;  
dropping  
genius on it's head.  
     
I got up from that damn stool    
walked out the door.   
Sipped the coffee from a paper cup    
-lit a cigarette       
     
Stopped 
     
Smiled. 
     
Found myself    
-started again    
while waiting for the    
plaster to dry    
on the wall    
     
We gotta paint it now
after all.    
   
   
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