Two Act Day

With high reaching wings,
and propelling blades, it ignores
the wistful wants of waiting clouds
to take the hand of a rising sun.

Seagulls circle like tethered toys
looking for silver glints of edible scales;
a pair of mallards indignantly demand
drive-through orders of hand tossed bread.

Coffee cups echo with chit-chat noise,
frying bacon wafts like a sirens song.
Morning has directed her characters of choice,
this afternoon we’ll see the wind perform.