October 20, 2021 - Windows open & the cold October air

First thing in the morning, we fall out of bed
& rumble around the apartment: hot water /
green tea / windows open & the cold October air
floods into the place. Sunlight & bluebirds circle
the fire escape, they chirp and a fog horn goes off.
We breathe our best Manhattan breaths in the autumn
light, focused and exact like a symphony / a long siren,
then the tea kettle cries out. I walk over to the stove,
you linger for a while / no words by the window’s light.