the smell of canadian tobacco (an immigrant's morning kiss)
she smokes a lonely cigarette
in the four o'clock chill before the sunlight has cracked the egg of the night sky
the boys still deep in northern dreams
and her mother wheezing from the open window above
the same prayer each morning
and she is off into the darkness
her hands stiff and tired before the dawn cares to notice
to pay for water the kids can't drink
and the clean air they leave in jugs every monday morning
each dawn is a last chance ignored
ya' know?
in the four o'clock chill before the sunlight has cracked the egg of the night sky
the boys still deep in northern dreams
and her mother wheezing from the open window above
the same prayer each morning
and she is off into the darkness
her hands stiff and tired before the dawn cares to notice
to pay for water the kids can't drink
and the clean air they leave in jugs every monday morning
each dawn is a last chance ignored
ya' know?
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