Pull the sunglass lens over your eye,
brake for the rising sunshine
Another morning might have been the one,
a passing day it has become
The green numbers glaring off the dash
will always read ten minutes fast
I broke a split-second too late
to chase the clouds away
I’ve got a sickening feeling
churning up in my stomach
I think it may be taking its toll,
or just finding its place
Echolocation ran you into a wall,
you’ve got my sympathy
Now go out and find that vote of confidence,
the one we’re looking for
Feeling on the dash for sunglasses
to block the first morning sunshine
Staring down at the lines on pavement,
just kicking around what the night meant
Half-shut eyes getting their first look,
taking time to pull the sleep loose
It feels just like winding down,
but still feels like the sunshine
MM 1997
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