7 a.m.
Hempstead is still asleep.
Up and down Delaware Place cars rest
angled against resistance.
Vermont Avenue waits anxiously for its urban rooster -
The Crackhead of the Month
screams his lullaby,
"DADDY'S HOME!"
The dogs bark -
alarmed, they announce his ineffective danger.
Koji has fallen fast in love
with a plushie white princess coat.
To say any less would do our smitten
kitten an injustice.
At 7 a.m. when Hempstead still sleeps
before gunshots greet the sun,
it is good to know that love exists -
even in The Ghetto.
7.28 a.m.
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'Before gunshots greet the sun'
is such a good line- a powerful image both reading aloud and seeing on screen.
The gentle and soft contrasts with the hard and sharp and blends with the aroma of coffee on the air.
I do love this.
It's the truth of it. The way it escapes being overly poetic, or flowery. It doesn't need it because it places life as it is between the eyes.
Then softens it with the kitten, the sun, and love.
:)
p.s: I kind of like it here.
hey you are bloggggggy
yay. :)
hope you have good news of publication with this one..
xo
i love you. blog some more.
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