the smell of early morning golden bark laced
coffee has me ready to go. Popcorn fragranced
children in a wishbone stance wait an Italian
minute before jetting off to school.
Chopped and ready to make a turtle's pace to bright eye morning
conversationalists that think Mondays are just great.
You would claw at their throats if was not for the Starbucks
in one hand and cell phone in the other. A lifetime of video games
lets you juggle that iPod too.
Parked and not ready to go. That dark ring around your eyes now makes circles around your soul. Breathe deep.
Go on, false dreams await.