BASEMENT APARTMENT

BASEMENT APARTMENT

Dawn’s lifting shadows
reveal a horizon of scattered pigeons.
Light is a mix
of bridge bronze,
sidewalk gray,
weed green,
and brick red.
Those rock doves
flutter their wings,
but just to show
they have them,
not with any idea of flight.

The dawn,
as seen from below,
is soon enough
shoe leather
as well as tailfeathers,
the swaying brown bottoms
of briefcases
to go with the claws of birds.
Crumbs appear miraculously
and pigeons nibble
where pedestrians allow.

The view from here
has the framework
of mornings everywhere.
But with less expanse,
more cooing.
Nothing sticks in the memory.
At least, not like
discarded gum sticks to a sole.

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