Lying on the couch Watching the game. My little boy’s head rests on my chest
Together we walk Your tiny hand in my hand My sweet little boy
The early light creeps Over the street, cool and blue morning- calm, silent
In the still before dawn The engine rumbles awake- Driving as the sun rises
Morning- warm coffee I breathe deep, rich aromas Open up heavy eyes
The scent of smoke drifts Over the street, glowing red- The Fourth of July
Gates down, red lights flash Traffic halts at the train crossing A rush of wind- gone.