sycamore morning 

It's 1:17AM
&
They want me
Into work early in the morning.

There's a full moon
Out alive laughing at the sleeping rooster,
There's a city here
That will lose all electrical power
Tomorrow afternoon,
There's power with no computer
And
One candle lit,
There's heat in 
Her breath that leaves traces of peppermint,
There's nothing but space in the walls
As I wander to wonder
How the trees out my window will absorb
The hot morning light
In the green leaf
Of
A
Loopy sycamore.