Early Morning Fairy Tale

Out my window
Birds chirp
Crowded on the telephone poll
Greeting the beams of early morning light

It peeps
Through the buildings
Tall
Grey
Buildings of the city
My home.

It dapples
The forlorn parking lot
Glistening
On the scraggly weeds
That sway
In the gasoline tainted wind

Glass Bottles
Glimmer
Like Diamonds in a fairy tale

So perfect,
In the light

So fleeting.

The sun skitters behind
A building
And the parking lot dulls
Into reality.

And again
Is forgotten
In the hustle of daily life





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