(after T.S. Elliot's Morning At The Window)
 
Rub sleep from eyes
As night tumbles.
 
The "Crusty Corner's" Otto
Plops six doughs.
Bulb squinting blinders
From glass lattice.
 
Milk tinkles
Up Errington Rise, a redheaded man
Is blue.
 
Astral light, petrol tanks.
 
Shadows, silhouettes are barbs
That hinge on hidden secrets
Pouring into dawn.