Sleep slides off of you
like a silk robe slides off the shoulders
with dawn to greet your
asphalt lungs
Duty never seemed so daunting
as it did
when you would rather be
counting the moon beams that shine
between the empty spaces of his ribs
Prepare yourself for
a world built of brown words
adobe, mesa, dust storm
mocha eyes, skin like polished teak
Black coffee with cinnamon
in the morning
