car alarm blares in the distance
but hardly disturbs the slurring reggae
that floats through the air
setting a lazy tone
for this just fresh from rain morning

dog stares nonchalantly at me
as he tries to fall asleep
under the hot sun on a rusty tin roof
I curiously wave good-morning to passerbys
laughing through the streets
sipping cold beer, ignoring the rain of heat

green hill just down the road
waiting to be explored
but this is the last day
the last morning
the last few hours
before I escape
back to reality

07/22/2003

Posted on 07/22/2003
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