peaks peaking out atop flatirons and boulders still holding snowpack
some captains awake in their cabins others guide their crafts to port arrivals from madison, aurora, santa fe hulls of soybeans, corrugate, and lotion
on the dock reading efficiency and transit reports
quick greetings to the captains then talk of black coffee of nicaraguan beaches of all that is easily accessed by the regulated echoes written on each soul
while small sparrows investigate mullein and hawthorn in tall yellowing grasses and towering windswept clouds move silently across a dark exploding dawn’s expanse revealing the intentions for the day and all start a new rotation together