Morning poem by Ryan McGivern 

waking up before light 
eating Spam with hesitance
getting Peet’s coffee and talking
to the Peet’s guy
walking through the mist of the
giant street cleaner that’s scrubbing
the weekend puke and trash out
of the plaza
drinking coffee and passing the whistling
morning weirdos
the birds chirping like a bunch of maniacs
getting an emailed picture of you
blowing a kiss
too beautiful to fit in just one