Morning Conditions

A long distance truck crawls through town
In a darkness of its own
And the dropped newspaper
Raises its dead events
And you’re moving
Like all things outside
Birds and stray dogs
But slowly
Like living in a glass lamp
Walking now
In a cold summer
Mushrooms are everywhere
And the neighbors children
Dig with spoons
Down among the roots

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto