hello

in the soaring heights of a tomorrow
a dawn whispers its way,
teasing
giggling at its trickery,
licking the dew from its rested fingers
again
putting one on
the tip
of a blade of grass - the way you look at it when you're lying with your head on the ground, staring sideways, with the one warrior in site, standing strong amongst an army...
or maybe
petting a notion of patience
while the sun squirms for its spot in the sky
and the chirps rise and twist with the symphony of cars and horns and vocal chord vibrations.
tomorrow is already today.
hello.