Standing in dawn darkness
Outline of a city below harkens
My frigid breath is icy waves
Cascade froth over the cappuccino gaze
Yellow dust flowers spring to life
Wattle, I breathe in its sand castle essence
Danger clouds face me; moon is a crescent
Up beyond a yellow blimp falls
Diners at the street cafe call
It crashes, down like a wet mop
It’s gallon shape flop, flop, flop
awake
