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Three Line Lunch: My Minor Morning Meter Adventure

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 163

My Minor Morning Meter Adventure

Our separate paths through yesterday converged for dinner and drinks at the York. So
We left her car at 8am meter. I rise early, while she sleeps, to my morning quest:
Move her car around corner, bring home mocha, black espresso, toasty egg sandwich.