Dawn

This is by far 
my favorite time of 
all this early morning 
when strangers lovers friends 
and the city itself 
awaken to each other 
to coffees and me
it’s a time of 
eggs and of percolators 
of showers clean clothes 
of yawns and stretches 
and for me words
it’s the time when 
the low east sun
dabs the cold cheeks 
of skyscrapers with rouge
making them simply bloom 
like long tall daffodils 
and when almost everyone 
including the mountains sky
says their good mornings