Ears yawning
Clearing passage ways for mornin' sounds
To drum con/scious/ness
Leanin' against the bus stop
Mother-tree rustles 'bove my head
Drops of mornin' dew
Tickle thirsty lips… dry with yesterday's night
Stiffness in slender brown slices give way
Sleepy smile swallows the wetness w/ joy
6:25 a.m.
Light creeps through the cover of darkness
Casting a strange light on a city sleeping
Spirits stride silently beside her
Clearing the path ahead