Crows of invisible rooster

Thanks for waking me too soon

Ants marching up my tenant white wall

No point in killing you anymore

Showered me sweats a little bit more

Just inches from my go-to-school trek

Street gutters and oily asphalt sparkle

With murdered tri-colored broken glass

My sock piercing foxtail field awaits

This running-late barrio adventurer

Throughout the sauna day and night

All knowing owl nests within

My East L.A. ears and writer’s heart