The morning…

The morning feels brighter,

The dogs are barking like they have stories to tell.

I leave the house,

And the circus comes to life.

Help hangs in the air.

Across the street,

The neighbor who cannot read glances at me.

To the left,

An abandoned dog waits,

While the streetlight performer smiles.

I leave the circus behind

And walk to grandma’s house,

Where the world slows down.