Humming birds hurrying across
My morning ceiling’s path;
Spring brings creatures twitter pat
The waddling wad of fur looks up from pissing
On a light poles feet,
And only the hope that the season seceding winter packs,
Coupled with a couple more delightful daylight hours
Pumps through my chest’s chambers.
I am a pedestrian and have the right of way,
But it’s a feel good Friday
So I wave a pilot behind the glass
To turn before I cross-
They wave back in gratitude.
They never wave back.
The sun is burning through
A meandering marine layer;
I feel the light in my soul.
I am pedestrian and have the right of way
To feel fulfilled after a first week.
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