Tagged: whistle

the early bird that

the early bird that
settled on the fire escape
to welcome me this

morning started up the steps,
whistling for me to follow
.
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4:18 A.M.,

4:18 A.M.,
the train rumbles through, a lengthy
visitor, running

along the parallel tracks
of dreaming and awakening
.
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on the Pennsylvanian,

on the Pennsylvanian,
the train whistle
is a shepherd’s
whistle, gathering
these untuned city
heartstrings
and pulling them
towards the window,
an oboe to
my orchestra
.
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it takes two to not

it takes two to not
look at each other –
one to spin
the yarn, and
one to knit the
illusion, at the
very least, three-
ply, twisted.

it takes two to not
boil the water – one
to turn the burner
on, and one to turn it
right off, two to not
look at each other –
no tea, no stirring
for conversation.

it takes two to stop
breaking down –
one to spin
the yarn, and
one to knit the
illusion, two to not
boil the water, no tears
humming on the
burner, no whistle
screaming for release

.
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