The birds had woken me up Singing their songs of a new day. I slammed the snooze button Pushing the daylight away. The honey wheat toast— So crunchy and sweet— Was washed down with black coffee, Scolding and staining my teeth. A butterfly butterflew past me, And I butterfound my attention Bound to something Far less attractive. A family played soccer in a nearby field. I scoffed when they left without me. The music in my ear sang louder than the driver. A shame. A shame. I saw a man of no more than four feet, Caught my eyes with his, and shifted gaze To less important sights In haste. The singing in church interrupted By a tone-deaf child. Afterwards, A man swatted me with a dried palm. We talked and I walked Away. An emergency vehicle’s Sirens wailed in the distance— No concern of mine. She hugged me and I was the first to let go.