Coffee Shop 7 am Last Day of January Just Before the Rain

People talk so much

about the small bits of minutia

as if the details of life matter.

Tomorrow it will be another little thing

to talk about.

I feel like a tired old man

when I talk like that,

but trying to speak of only important

issues is like lifting a heavy

stone up a mountain

and the massive realities

never congeal into the tangible

feeling of a fist full of gravel

anyway.

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