Excuse me

Sun comes softly on overcast morning

not quite sure when rotation breaks

against horizon spilling light into day

Saturday’s dog walkers sleep in

city trucks do not circle the park

yoga warriors come in fewer numbers

But still they come to roll out mats

legs, shoulder width apart

weight shifting from side to side

A car alarm sounds in the distance

and a bird calls out louder than the rest

“Excuse me, while I kiss the sky”

6-27-20