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