5:40 a.m.     inside 2905 elm street

the same streetlight

a sense of place and purpose
at first light (false light)
the grainy pretense of reason
order flaunted daily in activity
swept clean sight unseen
wondrously still as it's august
the metaphorical view soon to be obscured
the metaphorical moment yet to be had
"have me," cries the moment, "lest i disappear into tasks"

the task at hand to rooster accompaniment
quietly plotting a new table
of the elements quietly the possible scope
gone digital, finish being contained
in the unfinished home.