FIRST EARLY MORNINGS TOGETHER

Waking up over the candy store together

We hear the birds waking up below the sill

And slowly recognize ourselves, the weather,

The time, and the birds that rustle there until

Down to the street as fog and silence lift

The pigeons from the wrinkled awning flutter

To reconnoiter, mutter, stare and shift

Pecking by ones or twos the rainbowed gutter.