The gray sky opens,
pumpkin yellow & strained peach hues faintly illuminate the air,
trumpeting forth the hazy, drained sun.
I know how the sun feels.
A flock of seagulls yip
around this park--
a few half-asleep morning people suck on their ciggys
in drab dark clothes
as their bubbly & bright eyed four legged companions trot around.
Not sure what I'm looking for this morning,
or what words can best describe the tattered tapestry
of what's inside me right now.
I just came out for some serenity.