When I wake up in the morning
big drooping beautiful sunflower heads
bend to the sidewalk and bump
against my shoulder.  
Through windows kitchen items
sound.
Preparation clanking gently.
A handsome middle-aged man reads to
his daughter on the porch.
A child tells her mother:
"one toe has more air in it"
and what does that mean?
Neighbors carry a door frame across the lawn
and I ask where clark is and pretend
I'm new to the area.
Good morning is hopeful in that way.