Spring Ahead
The clock leaps ahead,
Wickedly stealing an hour of slumber.
I tenderly tumble into the day
As time trips forwards.
Sunlight bathes the streets awake.
I fly for miles
before I fully see
This Day, growing full around me.
Later light lingers longer
Evening falls sleepily, slowly.
The beauty of time's change sinks in
as I too settle deeper.
Name that corner...The clock leaps ahead,
Wickedly stealing an hour of slumber.
I tenderly tumble into the day
As time trips forwards.
Sunlight bathes the streets awake.
I fly for miles
before I fully see
This Day, growing full around me.
Later light lingers longer
Evening falls sleepily, slowly.
The beauty of time's change sinks in
as I too settle deeper.
"I love the Mission in the morning" (to the tune of "I love Paris in the springtime")... 
Watch out for that truck! I hear they can break gear shifters off and even bones in your hands!
Work sweet work..
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