6amThe thud thud on the track.
Home, here I come. The
silence is sacrificed, by
the thud thud of the
the morning bus, the thud
thud of joggers thud thud-
-ding into the dawn.
The morning osmosis- I
go; they come;
thud thuds on concrete,
daily digest in hand.
The
sudden noise; the sudden
vitality- the night was
young before. Were
they who thud thuds
just borned an hour ago?
cuRRent...jer