Early morning lite sparks grand central to life
Feet shoes of all different callings going everywhere with purpose
The smell of fresh coffee made for Yorkers adrenal sufficiency
Slush and ice steam and fresh air slow cabs accents
No city bike this morn – there all frozen shut
Sun warms my back thankfully
Moisture makes its way up my pant leg cooling my calfs
A fist full of bucks for street warriors who sleep on the warmth of subway grates
A standard poodle with hand knitted woolen booties walks a woman who must be her twin
Alive, smelly ready for action is there any doubt of the diversity of life
The interconnectedness of all things
Oh the sun another day to take a bite out of the ass of existence