AM
another early morning
my unease lifts
slow
wisps of thought
across unlit walls
mask dark cities
unfinished
repairing
to another dawn
as a lone car hisses past
outside
in prelude to the coming
opera
itself a minor variation
on a set theme
where vanity vies
for attention
with ego
...fried or boiled
...or coddled
...or poached
good morning