MORNING

The dream that I
Awakened from
Sill tugging
At my sleeve
Morning whisper
Personified
In dawns breath
A gentle breeze.

A coffee cup
A cigarette
The ritual
To start the day
The morning paper
Lands heavily
As if resentful
In a cold hallway.

A distant dog
Barks in echo
The buses wheels
Grunt and grind
In search of
Weary passengers
A quest to seek
And find.