For Pam Campbell

The morning’s ritual in darkness: Can the trudge to the bathroom wait?
Bliss before the sentinel screeches from bedside; breeze brings morning’s kiss.
Dream: a plane lands on a Denver thoroughfare, stops at all bus kiosks.
Wynken, Blynken, Nod agree to sail in new verse as Lex, Po and Mo.
Birth dirge, emerge! Sickness, sorrow and despair/ and the Leader’s orange hair.
Recission: Legal becomes an evil knife, trimming Big Bird’s feathers.
Coffee, toast and sunrise await the train and I hear its whistling now.