Stalling in the public restroom
where I take my morning poo,
reflect upon the upcoming day
forecast, schedule, review,
then emerge, renewed,
the warmth of water extrudes,
then brush off the coffee'd patina
and return to the machine.
Between these moments, between
these serene moments to piddle,
like a poem that peters out midstream
in the middle
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