6:30

The world at 6:30

is a different place.

The night’s hush hasn’t gone,

but the sins of the dark have.

One by one, lights turn on,

scattered cars pass the homes.

The world at 6:30

is a different place.

Sleepy commuters leave,

as the darkness departs.

The humid night lingers,

the crowd for the bus grows.

The only world at 6:30

is a different place.

~9/3/2015~

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