sleeping daylight

still sleeping

across graveyard streets

where pines whisper to

willows to sycamores

and oaks

to the 6am sky

still sleeping

the stairs

where Barbies party

with nighttime friends

still sleeping

on the tracks

triptrapping thru town

listening to distance horned traffic

slowly

rushing toward town

still sleeping

the stairs

where plaster cracks family photos

daylight will shutter

above

warehouse treetops

speaking short 'hello's'

passing by

'bye's'

Not Your Typical Emily