eastview

04:00.

i hear songs in the night

frog songs and birdsong.

under phone lines

in the alley

there are tabbies and tuxedos

saskatoons and cherries

clockworks in kitchens

early risers

jammies and guts,

becoming

single frame snapshots

in my perception

fog over blacktop

tires hum for the eager

i stumble under streetlights

finding my way home

Joshua Wiebe