I never pick up the newspapers
barefooted with my robe on
this late in the morning
so today when I slow step
the cool driveway to grab them
it felt great to be unhurried
so good
to not chase time
wonderful
to have it watch me
from the front door
marvelous
for it to seem naggingly old
and me young and lazy
amazing that it might go
and bother someone else
and leave me to hoard the happiness
of the uncommitted hours
spread before me
like that twenty-dollar bill
I pull out crumpled
from the robe’s pocket
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