Memory of a Random Sunrise, Roughly a Month Ago

Nearby lawn sprinklers, distant trucks,
Birdsong, breezes, and the tinny notes

Of a long-ago recorded piano mingle
And congregate in the demi-hush

Of a suburban dawn late last summer.
The cosmos is represented by one

Morning star that’s not a star, the moon
Hanging an oblong head in western pines,

And a disappearing wave from Orion.
The cat gnaws a just-caught grasshopper,

Adding tiny crunching as the tinny piano
Stops, but the birds and the trucks go on.