Curtains forcing their will <br />against the wind, <br />children sleep, <br />exchanging dreams with <br />seraphim. The city <br />drags itself awake on <br />subway straps; and <br />I, an alarm, awake as a <br />rumor of war, <br />lie stretching into dawn, <br />unasked and unheeded.<br /><br />Maya Angelou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awaking-in-new-york/
