Here we are, baby carrier and all
outside as the minutes drag
up to eight a.m.

A durag, pink crocs, leg tattoo,
dreadlocks and adidas,
Lululemon joggers tight and angled

at the door.And they slide open.
Hungover and horn honking,
neophytes to the May morning.

A white egret evades the parkway,
grackles roost in the cement bullseye.
We walk between the red sliding door,
adjacent to them all.