ANOTHER CUP

The coffee cup is empty,
The dog sleeping in her pen
and the rain falling, fitting
for a Monday morning.

The "go to" reveals the
news of the day, no cause
to pause its seems,
the same news everyday,
fear and rhetoric,

like the Sun good things
struggle to break free of the
endless grey, though the
day is new.

Water is boiling
on the stove, and I am ready
for a second round.