Saturday, January 14, 2012
saturday morning rite
predawn, fall off the couch. there's a pain in my heel that never leaves. put one coat on over the other, check each pocket twice. the bike is in the garage. have to leave for work before the sun. pedal, pedal, breathe the air. eighteenhour workday. saturday paper. slug four roses. the bar feels like home.
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I feel the same way about the bar. :)
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