Waking to rain trickling
against the window ledge.
Feet wrapped in blankets
trying to arrest the
damp chill of morning.
Yesterday's work
I am reminded of today
by my trouble spots
seemingly more troublesome
less amenable to today's work:
the list of chores
still on yesterday's list
simply moved over.
Some require it not be raining
others require more lifting
endurance of those trouble spots.
And the gray outside
darkening the insides
with its shadowy purpose
keeps me rooted in thought
in the warm blanket
accepting today's reality
that today's purpose
is to discard the list.
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