If people enjoy it at night
I want it before noon
Right around sunrise
The sound of not silent
Rhythms, leading to cadences
Skipping, flirting with my ears
A nibble, rather brash
For a recent rise
Sound mind, heart seat
I watch a crane swing across the dawn sky
Perfect red light, blinking
In time with this voice
In my ear
Or perhaps, a little out of time
Haltingly, whispering
Dedicated, but unsure
Revving an engine
But it's not spinning yet
Does it spin?
Spaces, I'll add them
As recommended
By the person in my ear
As space is beyond reason
Yet unreasonable to miss
Roman Ryan 