The pink comes first
Then the light post turn off
When the blue brightens
The dew will will melt from roof tops and lawns
People will out enter their doors for newspapers
And morning will end
Then they will do things
They are old
Or have families
Some are lonely
Some will complain
Some will be happy
Saturday morning at the coffee shop are the best
No highs-school students
Maybe people going to work
Some people stay to sit
Some even talk to me
Say hello just for the hell of it
Or a random conversation
And I don't take it for granted
The loose nature of humans
Delicate
A reason sometimes to stay alive and live trough it
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