PURPLE BLOOMS

Monrovia Morning

Arise

Measured Steps, Anticipating

The music of the rain last night against the tin roofing dimly echoes

Dream

Not yet quite sunny, not yet cloudy

Warm Candle, Shower

Work

Pause to greet 3 budding clovers

Relish in the silence of the compound, the cacophony of the walled off traffic

Smile

Wade through the gentle morning dew