A Morning Song, No Tune

Wakarusa in morning—
Wakarusa
six a.m.—
Wakarusa
blue, black, silver sweet—
faint night light
swimming a little longer—
the showy sun
not yet shooting up
out east—

Wakarusa in morning—
Wakarusa
six a.m.—
Wakarusa
past the closed chemical plant—
past a metal maze
pipes and spouts
near spills
and jaw-dropping
sky colors blurred—

Wakarusa in morning—
Wakarusa
six a.m.—
Wakarusa
through silent farms
familiar trails—
under 59’s thunder rush
work and school—
gurgling a river gurgle
no one stops to hear—

Wakarusa in morning—
Wakarusa
six a.m.—