Fourth Floor Dawn Up All Night Writing Letters

Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roofout my window across the street, a bird perched on the crosssurveys the city's blue-grey clouds.

Larry Rivers'll come at 10 AM and take my picture.

I'm takingyour picture, pigeons.

I'm writing you down,

Dawn.

I'm immortalizing your exhaust,

Avenue A bus.

O Thought, now you'll have to think the same thing forever!