Awake

There is light
through leaves
again

Green sacking
on scaffolds
twitching
dry

Dust like chalk
gathering
in the crotch
of the curb

Smiles in dresses
shirts and ties
wait for busses
shield their eyes

I watch the sweat
surprising
their faces

Oil glistening
on fleshy
cheese

The cars glint by

I stand
and scratch
my balls

This morning
there was a bird
under my window

Sun and song
shook me
awake