CITY SLEEP
I never set the alarm clock.
But.
Every morning,
something wakes me up…
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday
The garbage truck backs up.
Tuesday and Thursday
Street cleaning is so abrupt.
Wednesday’s
The recyclables are picked up.
Saturday has its sirens;
Fire trucks, police cars
and deliveries backing up.
Church bells on Sunday…
Thank God the intercom doesn’t work!
Sipping coffee from my cup
I wondered what to do.
I drove down to Alabama.
I slept.
Until the farm alarm
Woke me up:
“Cocka doodle-doo”
Sleeping late, I give up.
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© 2010 Tamara Royal
2011 MANHATTAN TIMES, Literary Pages
