moving out the window on a
yellow beam of morning light
stamping the day with a few new
tempting creations made last night
eager to glance down the street while
readying the connections to the
increasing activity every house has
on its sounding board floor or
under the same roof as all the little ghosts
sliding in and out of other peoples rooms
like water that flows to the lowest point
unusual occurrences that rarely get
caught in mid act but will change your mind
keeping your time