The kettle hums before the light arrives,
and someone in the next apartment
turns a dial through static and weather.
Morning enters in a small key —
...
He was never part of our picture,
just a stranger crossing sunlight,
caught forever mid-stride,
one foot in our family's summer.
...
The kitchen light hums at four in the morning,
and the kettle takes its time,
the way old friends do.
...