The quiet morning starts again
its darkness claiming even noise
in New York people sleep temporarily
The weekend like closed tubes of paint
suffocates in bottles while stained dishes pile high
dislocated speaker sounds strewn about
A runner mid-stride frantic for ground
energized over-hurdle high
repeatedly we decide to refurbish
half steps strewn about
The day cannot have its way with us
we are here
amidst the elements