In the kitchen before dawn, my pre-teen daughter
makes two potato chip and maple syrup sandwiches
on artisanal — $5.99 a loaf — sourdough. “My favorite!” she grins.
Who knew? Her plan is to watch
the sunrise from our roof
with her buddy asleep on the mat
next to her bed.
When the sandwiches are done,
he does as he is told and groggily climbs up,
clutching his coat closed in the wind
to join her in her puffy down jacket,
thick and content as a robin,
on the cold metal roof.
He steadies his footing, sandwich bag in hand,
and looks east
as his body is lit
by pink fire climbing the sky.