Summer Morning

                                                      Summer Morning


                There is a time of summer morning
                When the city is not quite awake
                The sidewalks still a little chafed
                From the sanitation brushes.
                Night workers have returned home
               Their shades drawn so they might sleep
                Lights go on as other people greet the day.
                The air is warm and breezy
                Bringing smells of coffee and fresh baking
                To the few people on the street.
                The storefronts remain dark
                The soda shops and newsstands are open
                For the morning working crowd.
                I am standing at the bus stop
                Waiting for a friend
                We are going to the beach.
                Until she comes I am alone
                Recording this memory for the page.