Morning Routine

The leaving night reveals the city’s imperfections
in the reflecting  crystal fires of the rising sun. 

Coffee brews in simultaneous percolations 
with the morning subway schedules.

TVs switch on the 6am newscasters  speaking 
the demon chants of the last day’s news. 

Knives descend on bread, sausage, eggs
unaware of angel’s ascending in the new light.

The last of glass bonfires dissipate in the 
falling sunlight, awaiting the pilgrims 
emerging from the abysses between cars.