Monica Weber
I step onto the ferry
The blackberry wedges of the sky scrapers
Shuffle towards the predawn horizon
I stare out over the sharp surf
Sleepy and repentant.
The sorcerer clock ticks faster
And the minutes from an oblong disk
Slowly pinning me to the receding skyline,
I sigh and reach for my morning coffee.
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