I'm taking your picture, pigeons. I'm writing you down, Dawn.

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters

 by Allen Ginsberg


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!

Thank you all for sharing in my journey of creation. I am humbled to be living my truth everyday. Aloha nui loa to my collectors who have always believed in me. - Carrie Able

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