Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Block No. 7 Good Morn ing.




Good     morn     ing
Darkness on the face of
        the              street
Seven in the morning
       but there is time and
not time.       Time only
       for waiting     but
Nobody is waiting.
Streetlights, hedgehogs even
Young men hurrying out
       to coffee breakfasts
No one
       is waiting.

Good     morn     ing
             Dawn is 
Hovering
        above the 
Asphalt.
Dewy breath     held.

I      could      stop.
Slip back under
formless blankets
     resume a formless 
           mind.
     but there are things
things to do and no
time for waiting.