The hum of the fan wakes me
or so I first guess as I open my eyes but then
I see it the view
just beyond the cheap metal blinds and narrowing
my focus past the tired personality-
less walls the water
the trees swaying in an early quick breeze
the grass green from the 3am sprinkling
and the memory there perched just
on the window sill
peeking in tempting
me to rejoice~
in love.
trish