I sit,Your turn: a poem, if you choose, about the start of your day.*
Glistening in bug spray,
Listening to the wires
Crackle in the night-steam
And the garbage truck
Churn its dirty work,
The willow around me,
And I’m as close to Holy
As I’ll ever be.
* Good, bad, short, long, punny, ribald, emo, po-mo, bro-mo**, limerick, haiku, sonnet, rondel, doo-wop, hip-hop—all is fair in love and early-morning poetry.
** “Bro-mo”: I just made that up. (You can use it but you have to cite me.) It’s when bros (dudes) get really po-mo (post-modern) together.