robin shell lingers along
in dazed sunlight of an
uncommonly crisp rise,
holding just above destruction
of the sowed tomatoes,
the routine brings peace
with decaf coffee,
wafts from the cobalt mug
worn well with gentle memories,
the rush of daily life
passes between the lines
to bring the calmness to a new point,
sitting on weather worn
green strips swaying
at a subtle pace,
black jogging pants
and university hoodie
the only required attire,
now at the close of twlight
the innocence inside sleeps,
stretches to the ribs
have calmed with
my eyes sleeplessness,
a preparation for
the forthcoming dance.