This
is
the
deal
Over night
poems
blanket
much of the world
You
call it dew
tho
some
think it’s
fog
Clouds
to be certain
are
percussion
instruments
Roosters
are
trumpets
heralding the dawn!
All
this
synthesizes
while
most
are
sleeping
To wake
eyes
open
Childrens’
faces
pressed
against
the window
so happy
so
elated
to
be
alive
It is
daybreak
and
full
of
promise!