A poem

Oh morning practice,

how I’ve missed thee dearly.

Fog hanging so low,

it’s difficult to see clearly.

“So here’s the deal,” Coach Richard

all too familiarly goes.

Mind still asleep, it’s easier to

do what the body already knows.

Muscles warm, the sky gradually breaks,

the lure of coffee all too great.

I remind myself, “…soon,”

contemplating if a double latte will be enough.

Better go with an Americano,

not eating my lunch when hunger strikes

at 9:30am will be tough.

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