blurred vision
squinted stare
eyes rubbed
light bulb flicker
is that me?
closer look
closer
there i am
an inch from the mirror
the young man
starring back
backing up
wax museum melting
wrinkles appear
silver hair
leave the bathroom
don't look again
there is something in the years
boiling water whistle
grounds poured
bottom of press covered
french filled
sit four minutes
ready plunge
cup sloshed coffee
sip awake
reflection glance
there i am
older than before
aware of time
looking forward
counting lines
laughing louder
are those my hands?
sip again
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