Early Blues Early Tabaco Pier Morning

An old man behind the sun behind a Japanese ship, darkened illuminated arms stretching in the early morning
Toddlers knees running non-stop, mothers sitting on the breakwater laughing
Fathers bending knees, push ups, sit ups, yoga
Bean curd juice vendor selling searching for breakfast 
Kids in bicycle rolling in the wind, laughter merged with the thin air
Sailors tailoring throwing smiles to the fascinating simplicity of the native teenage girls
People in gigantic rucksacks, sitting in the gutter devouring rice sardines coffee, waiting Catanduanes ship to sail
Old women and children selling cigarettes mineral water candies
Passengers ignoring everybody, sweat in their foreheads, eyes deep as the ocean blues
Fishermen in the sea’s nucleus, shrouded by mystery sweet silhouette
Nomad Birds gave birth to a sense as they bite my chipped biscuits on the cold ground
In the back of a hamburger stand, my legs temporarily void of power, chumping packed veggie hotdog bun.