6.30 a.m in the summer was beautiful
the fresh morning splashed over the street
in rainbow puddles
in my head, an imaginary milk man
delivering his milk
from doorstep to doorstep
birds thrilled & in song
a bright yellow car
competing with the peeping sun
someone going for a run
now it's just dark
the sound of cars alone
reminds one it is morning
& I'm only just now going to bed