by Brooke Wolfe

Created on: April 09, 2009   Last Updated: April 15, 2009

"Early Birds"

Dawn's warning
Can never come too early
For early birds like me

But for that poor worm
The dawn is a germ
That grows insidiously, rancidly.

Every morning
Sister's yearning
For the one she loves

He's not here
So sorry dear
His echo rapes the coves

Where he once was
Floating with innocent doves
And gracefully, gracefully

Up, and out of this world
Into oblivion where dreams prevail
To no avail and sailors lose their coats

In the morning
In the morning, a floating mist
Creeps up and over the world

A second cup of coffee will do
For the stress of that lost shoe
A bread loaf covered with mold

The one the hooligans stole
The one the delinquents vanquished
The one those jerks had taken

There are no people here to worry about
This is not the city

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