Sparkling Basin Sky

Poetic workday commute.

By Kevin RR Williams

Sparkling Basin Sky

Awakening to a morning sky of stars sparkling in the city basin,

Towards red ones, white ones, yellow ones, I hasten.

Glowing embers beckoning entranced minions,

Shooting to the destination for caffeine infusion before floating opinions.

As quickly as arrival, the day goes by,

Tapping through the carpal tunnel before descending into the sparkling sky.