A Long Summer’s Paddle

Two hands wrapped around a warm hot cocoa mug
The steam rising to mingle with the cool morning mist
My spicy-smelling liquid sustenance
to fuel a long summer’s paddle,
the chocolate flowing between tongue and teeth
I raise my cup to my lips and take a long drink;
this physical pleasure of the dawn is a prelude
to the more enduring pleasure of the day to come.

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