Morning on the North Side

Peacefulness is very early on a Friday morning

When all the parties have ended,

The sun is new, the birds sing

When the world is pale and pastel

When everyone but you and a cat is asleep

When the only sign of the night is Solo cups,

Strewn across grass and sidewalks

When you can sit on a stone

And stare at a cat in a window

And bathe in the newness of the dawn