suns awake, overslept, fumbled with the alarm,
pulled the clouds in tight, lids, lips closed,
cooler than usual, thinking of the day spread out
in front of dozing eyes.
Below they wonder the wait.
Tall and strong usually that makes them scratch their heads.
The games sluggish slow wondering
how to continue.
Rolling up,
clocking in
cooler than warmer
better late than never