Grackles, like well-drilled

soldiers, descend to feast, and 

send sparrows fleeing  

Bluster like frigid

and howling wind numbs unto

paralysis 

Grinding teeth or gears 

the world continues to lurch 

forward, crushing all 

Let me get back to 

that dream so rudely ripped from

me by the dawn's roar 

 Hey dog, dig that dog 

digging, a dog that digs and

digs, digging digging 

The street sweeper's blues

gets washed away each morning 

like so much debris 

Under a street light 

sits someone with a thousand 

faces watching you