Mass Observation

I wake late, again,
seven-forty AM:

I learn a new word
(of the day):
‘Imprimatur’

and
I feel, almost,
a poem
coming on.

I drink tea, in bed,
as we discuss how much
this day will cost.

I read the news, in bed,
on my phone,
and then
I read out last night’s
poem.

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