I hear
don’t see
city awake 
I imagine 
the ocean 
this sound
lapping upon
some shore 
knowing that 
it is 
concrete and 
steel and 
rubber and 
all things 
man and 
nothing natural 
so sad
that this 
replaced that

The powdery
dawn dusts
my room 
soft blue 
everything lays
in shadow 
three shades
darker even 
white turns
to gray 
this very 
hushed morning 

There is 
no us
there is
no we
there is
just you 
there is
just me 

Life moves 
and who
am I 
to stay 
its way 
I but
a tree
do feel 
the wind 
yet can 
I ever 
stop it
both life 
and wind
only cease
when the 
cause for 
both is 
finally over 

And like olive
or fruit or
some other garnish 
that remains reminding
of what was
the warmth’s warm 
now too cooling 
leaving behind ache
heart and head
even the bottom 
reminds me of 
the hope of 
once ordered awaited 
cool crisp intoxication