CITY DAYDREAM ONE
Car alarms
bottles rolling
wake up my dream
spoon fed words tumble
out on journals,
do words tumble?
well, I tumble out of bed
to my open windows
morning coming in waves
first the fog, then bird songs,
finally the sun,
Coffee, hot and dark
memories, strong and dark
then quiet
then sighs
then smiles
daydreaming
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