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Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters

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.


Poem Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters - Allen Ginsberg