let's lie here for a while

strange to wake

up to sirens.

to taxis leaning on their horns.

to screams

and laughter.

to pigeons on the sills.

the enormous window

holding

in it

the skyline, a buttermilk

sky over 

the new york city library

it's early.

the first cup of coffee is

yet to be poured,

the first bagel

yet to smeared with a swab

of cream cheese.

we should lie

here, don't you agree, for

a little while more.