Monday Morning Early
Rounded ovals of color fall loosely into the jar
shortly before the store opens
first rays of dawn creep over
the houses, buildings on this small street
the children stir from their cocoons and rise
put on their fall garb, wrap up tight
late September wind begins to blow
collars lift, boots are pulled on
nostrils flare, slightly red
traffic growls to life, busses hiss
then vacuum seal passengers on their way
grown ups with no time to play
kids make a last ditch effort to fake sick
then head out over the 10 blocks
a few stop by the store
look at the jar
pull out some coins
something sweet before school
to soothe the sting of challenges,
being so young.
Copyright © Jack Bowman | Year Posted 2010
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