I saw two young bucks in queue today
running beneath the tracks  
harmonic moment hours before dawn
I slowed to let them pass
sweet tunes of bluegrass and coffee
lighter at the ready; click.

adventurous boys, maybe just lost;
wandering towards the fresh ink in the sky,
frost and lights must leave them bewitched
like a buzz of the moments waking,
then smoking whilst driving, towards work.

© 2015 Kate Volk