The little road has quite a few early cars going to and fro to work most likely - cares of the day the early sun strikes across my room and I watch the trees move, leaves leaving as the season turns sky is placid today, bright clouds moving from right to left, south to north in horizontal lit bands of pale blue and white jazz on the radio and my world is right - side up like a brightly cracked egg no fright, no alarmsnext poem