Today

Friday, July 15, 2016

When winter mornings stay darker
longer and the avenues
are still empty. Where the traffic lights
dangle like emeralds and rubies
for someone who squints.
When the pockets of morning sky
arrive like sapphires
you couldn’t possibly carry.
The day is coming
when your superstitions will spit
in your face and laugh.
Like today
when you’ll stop asking:
How many more days?

Friday, July 15, 2016