the clouds
skim the darkness
leaving patches
of dark blue
hints of a sun
unwilling to
shine down over
an ineptitude
of sultry sins

the sparrows
and i sit silently
waiting for the day
to dawn as coffee
gurgles a bitter
defiance to
insomnial whining

the particulates
hang demurely to
obscure the nascent
rays seeking a
seam in the fastly
accumlating clouds
as the last of the
darkness is skimmed
leaving only a
crystal blue confusion
peeking out from
bundles of wool