Sunday, January 3, 2010

3rd day blues

Another night dissolves into morning.

Dawn is the moment of possibility.

The early birds shutter,
stutter,
take flight.

And the baby that wailed at the stars, is now quiet.
The first pink hues of the sun at dawn on his cheek.

And I walk along streets where the homeless sleep.

Restless.

Anticipating.

1 comment:

  1. and the along the streets where sleepless roam,

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