Krista Lukas: "Morning"

The stillness, the radio’s news,
the scent of rain. My neighbor
bending to pick up his newspaper
in its orange plastic bag, tossed
on the step. The cars all
heading this way or that,
a fine spray beneath their wheels. Vapor
rising from sidewalks, and the light
of the eastern sun, slanting long, as if
there’s all the time in the world.

"Morning" by Krista Lukas, from Fans of My Unconscious: Poems. © Black Rock Press, 2013.

Art credit: "Water Spray Behind a Rolling Tire," photograph by D. Plocher and F. K. Browand, 2010 (originally black and white).