The best kinds of days are two-cup Sundays
Waking up at a leisurely 10:00 am to a hot black cup in a penguin mug
And spending the rest of the morning lazing down the highway
Corn rushing by on either side, dry from the drought
Soybeans blurred into one goldenrod block of earth
Feeling content in a journey, home on the other side
Where I'll stay up until 1:00, maybe 2:00
Pretending to study, but really just thinking
Brain stimulated by peppermint steam from a new mug, this one striped
Sitting back, bathed in warmth, letting the afternoon stay free
Knowing what's left to do can be done another time.
The best kinds of days are two-cup Sundays
When the warmth of the first cools, the second replenishes
Until morning comes, ready for cup number three.
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