6 AM wind chimes
to live is to wake
find tranquility
where white linen meets april
breathe in one more minutes, empty streets,
and consistency

7:15 liminality
a bike unlocks to go six blocks
for a minute, i know no limit
save for reds, sunrises,
and him, but
he goes the other way

7:30 hurricane
sweaty hands fight for metal poles
no time to escape the rain
or count the seconds after lightning.
later, your friends will ask the price
of a stranger’s cologne

eye to eye with the storm
a little girl wails as her mother cries
chocolates, chicles, galletas
you escape when you step off the train
but she breathes, lives, and will die in the rain