Fourth Floor Dawn Up All Night Writing Letters

 Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof
out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross
surveys the city's blue-grey clouds.
 Larry Rivers
'll come at 10 AM and take my picture.
 I'm taking
your 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!

 New York, June 7, 1980, 6:48 A.
M.

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