Shortly after dawn—
the way
a rising sun
causes the great
hulking shadows
of roofs
to slide off old
fence posts and move
along the lawn
in the park across
the street from the
place where I sleep—
and all I can wish is
that I might
still live
and find myself
awake and walking
out my door to witness this
so many more
times that,
before too long,
I absolutely
fail to even
notice it.
