Morning things
Suck my breath
In the snap of cool, shallow waters

Hummingbees bumble
In bright striped jackets.
Squirrels chip fat nuts
In puffy cheek baskets.
Sunbirds’ electric wings cross
Tripling waves of heat, sweating.

Children’s freckled, dimple-smeared faces
Grow pockets of wrinkles on the next block.

Blueboard skies
With pillows of chalk
Blend with thin blades of grass.
Inhale the
Rich and earthen moisture
As I pass.

The shadows have not yet grown long.
Sing to me my morning song.