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!
Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters
Allen Ginsberg
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Poem topics: city, forever, bird, blue, street, roof, church, thought, window, dawn, picture, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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