Poetry Series #3:

The dawn is unrelenting

Each time I turn around there is another drop of amber in sky's glass
And each day comes anew with a blaze across the cityscape
Blinding the ritual trek to public transportation.

The dusk is eternal

Each time the sun sets I am left with the insistence of the time piece hanging from the wall,
And I have work to do.

The midnight is tranquil

And drops of peace before I rest.