5:08 a.m., i am awake,

May 5, 2016

5:08 a.m., i am awake,
5:18 a.m., the birds are
awake. we converse in
brainwaves, not to leave
out the man in the truck
braking at the light,
the old woman collecting
discarded bottles along
the block, and the overcast
sky, withholding
rain and my slumber
.
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