6 AM at McPherson Square
No one is up.
Just us workerbees.
Pink sky.
Cool, strong breeze.
The homeless men – and it is all men here – are huddled under their blankets.
A cabbie is on the corner with his lights off.
No one is saying anything.
Car horns are silent.
Lights keep changing on time.
DC is just waking up.
I will sleep soon…
Written near McPherson Square, Washington, D.C. – 4/19/2015