i enter
the world
early
when the sky
hazy on the details
of a long night withdraws from me
when people walk by
with their dogs
without a word or glance
when the vendor
at the corner store
sneaks out for a smoke
when the rush hour buses
go out of service
and roll on by
when pigeons look down
quizzically from pitched roofs
trying to make sense of it all
when there is
no milk for
my lover's tea
when i
am open
to inspiration.
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