There’s a Gordon Lightfoot song
goes I’m on my second cup of coffee
and I still can’t face the dawn
or something like that but it’s love
he’s hung out on there when young
now chase the days trying for delay
holding on to every febrile bough
a puff of cloud on a tongue of hours
and the silence of rem all around
this place centred before diminution
half light half night half sleep
bare feet in chocolate mint’s arousal
catch a waft in dawn sight close it
all Eos to Tithonus these days
no delayed cognition for the start flag
stand down Olympus cancel the bout
old man reaching over a star, stumble.
James Walton Poetry 
Nicely done, Jim. I particularly like your more formally structured poems (like this one), as you know.
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