Tagged: disturbance

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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December 25, 2015

two a.m. in the

two a.m. in the
morning, christmas eve or day – it’s
all a blur, lying

awake in the dark, high sixties,
three mosquito bites in winter
.
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May 22, 2015

like a collector

like a collector
of sounds, i am penciling
in 5:42 A.M. in a
box the size of my
heart for when the
birds started calling
to one another this
morning, at once
hopeful and urgent
.
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May 21, 2015

waking before the

waking before the
6:32 sunrise is
like walking along
the corridors of the
music building and
searching for an
available practice
room through
eavesdropping.
the hallway is a
symphony, and somehow,
when the sun finally
rises, all the birds
fall silent,
except that one,
and you know for sure
that you are awake
.
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May 14, 2015

crashing along the

crashing along the
edge of
morning, sleep-
drenched rhythms –
soft pedaling of
brakes, a flap of
wings, the alarm
beating out a message:
dove ho visto te
.
20150514:0912
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