AUTUMN MORNINGS IN PHILADELPHIA

What it takes is
not thought but
action, rejecting
the snooze button,
flowing in a
a soft pocket of
warmth into
the early morning
chill.

The silver
diamond-patterned
food cart on the sidewalk
puffing its essential
oniony fumes
and kaleidoscope
reflecting
a new sun.

Gone is the summer
air, which incubates
into stew of
nothingness.

Autumn mornings isolate
on white, like a museum
of scents held hostage.

Punched into the
sweet aroma of
wood shavings from
the lumber warehouse
as I turn onto 18th,

suddenly grateful for
the icy tug at my
ankles, the blue
wind pulling
gentle fingers in
my auburn curls,
wondering how
to dismantle that
snooze option
altogether.

my philly

Philadelphia.