On the way to work
sun illuminates one face of a building
the other side stays asleep
shaded from the morning rush

Further a crane reaches up
for the tangle of clouds
craving a storm
while stuck in order

Like adolescents
swaggering the dance floor
to little children
no control looks so appealing

In a city planter
lies a library book
and a discarded cup of coffee
Someone gave up
on the systems
Caffeine is hard to take
when being awake
seems senseless