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I couldn't help but wonder how the day began. Did he spend precious moments on his knees, Searching for the toothpaste cap. Perhaps behind the toilet. Meanwhile, the wife was going on about her job interview While changing the baby, when, from down the hall, she hears, Aha! I'm sure he looked out the bathroom window and cursed The snow-packed driveway needing shoveling Before leaving for the forty minute commute. His older girl was talking about her weird gymnastics coach, And he rubbed his cheeks after shaving. He hardly noticed the clink of coffee brought to rest on the baby-blue  sink. He was glad he clipped his nose hairs, but paid no heed to the softness of his facecloth. He poured a re-fill after shoveling, kissed his wife perfunctorily, And poked the kids. When I saw the crushed metal at the crossroads, I wondered if his day began like mine.
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Smell the Coffee
I couldn't help but wonder how the day began. Did he spend precious moments on his knees, Searching for the toothpaste cap. Perhaps behind the toilet. Meanwhile, the wife was going on about her job interview While changing the baby, when, from down the hall, she hears, Aha! I'm sure he looked out the bathroom window and cursed The snow-packed driveway needing shoveling Before leaving for the forty minute commute. His older girl was talking about her weird gymnastics coach, And he rubbed his cheeks after shaving. He hardly noticed the clink of coffee brought to rest on the baby-blue  sink. He was glad he clipped his nose hairs, but paid no heed to the softness of his facecloth. He poured a re-fill after shoveling, kissed his wife perfunctorily, And poked the kids. When I saw the crushed metal at the crossroads, I wondered if his day began like mine.
We never know the time or place.
francie-lynch
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
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