Sunrise

    sunrise 

         look outside and you see the desert 

                asphalt 

                and concrete 

                and plastic bag trash 

                and aluminum cans 

                and cardboard 

                and discarded clothing 

                and the fluids of the night in little counterfeit egg-sacs 

                and, muffled by the oppressive weight of the morning frost 

        

        the desert doesn't look back

    birds and small things

        chirp distantly out of sight

                creep silently at our feet

                unseen and empty

                discreet and discrete

        the crepuscular slowing

        the bellies all full

        save those which remain 

        exposed

    the day will go on, 

            the plastic and metal sorting containers will remain

            the sun intends to continue its business

                       

        and the desert doesn't complain