in the day

the muted light
of six ay-em
the stillness

new morning

in quiet burble-song
the magpie calls
the day

and a wash of sound
is a car afloat
on the tarmac lined
street canyon

eyes open

eyes waken

here it comes
again

eyes open
eyes waken
and here it comes
again

and here
I am


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #15: sleepy

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