First Sunrise After Daylight Savings
Credit: Michael Leek of BlogTO
A man with a dark coat waits by station exit, his eyes bright as child holding a red balloon. His face, oiled by sun, is not stiff starched with indifference of everyday commute. The crowd stretches as elastic bands along train tracks. I yawn, hearing the cars floating by on the expressway. I smell coffee, stale bread and dried paint on someone's shoes. The ads above me, blink in blurry lines. Somewhere, I plant a fist of seeds.
against blue washed sky
moon is a white bud blooming
in the melting snow
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