7th Floor Morning

The sun is a recluse today
exhausted from yesterday’s mirth,
dawn abandoned.

Grey blankets a rain-skewed world
as headlights appear
and disappear
through green wet treetops.

Windows shut tight
shades raised, not flapping
coffee brews and I wait,
staring through drips.

Time-deprived street-lights
shine their night-time faces,
as umbrellas bob through a labyrinth
of puddles on cement.

Tired eyes close, barely awake
I sense the city on a rainy morn.
Coffee gurgles, cars slosh through streets
and a wet flag clangs metal grommets
on its cold steel pole.

5 thoughts on “7th Floor Morning

    • lillian July 10, 2015 / 11:16 am

      So nice to see that exclamation point this morning :). Like adding an extra stir to my cup of coffee this morning – more positive push for the day! Thank you much!

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