A cool breeze leads
a dancing pattern,
and wreckage is free
where ants work the bark.
Robins sing
of playful work,
and black birds parade
contrasting duos.
Tag Archives: bird
Dawn Words
September 13, 2009 – 12:01 am
Dawn is near as I park in front
the blinking meter on Eleven Street.
The city is waking and the birds lead
as I cross the street to the coffee house.
At five thirty AM the lock clicks
and the brew pulls me to the counter.
With cup in hand I lay a notebook
on the round table to collect my words.
