On Morning Rituals

The shoes are tied
Your weight rests on your legs
The socks fit perfectly
You take your first step

The match has been lost
Your foot rises slightly
You realize when you look down
That the tiny stone has won again

Author: amandwrites

The ordinary, expressed in poetry and in stories, is supposed to be special.

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