Bagel and iced coffee
in the window of Bagel Point,
watching the many lives
of Manhattan Avenue.
Then hanging with Brianna Pastor
and Paige Ackerson-Kiely
at the new Greenpoint branch
of the Brooklyn Public Library.
The morning rain traps us here
like heathen thieves in steam,
left to dream of the lives we see
pass us by in the street.
If we'd given a shit,
we wouldn't be poets,
but little does the world know
that this is all part of our ruse.
We photograph a hawk
in McCarren Park,
that is as big as a doberman
and pulling about a pigeon.
We pick our favorite flowers
at a bodega in Willytown
but don't buy any, because
we have no one to give them to.