"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.

I'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! "

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