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!



				6:48 am June 7, 1980