City Morning

                                                          Morning light on city streets                            Gilds rough brick walls with a glow,                                A shimmer that shyly greets                               The gray sidewalks down below.                              Early street sounds are muffled                                By the hush of fading dawn.                                 Fat pigeons yet unruffled                               Await the rush-hour marathon.                                 From my window I can see                              The first workers on their way                                To jobs that will never be                                 As fulfilling as this day.                                Pity wells within my heart                            To think of all that they will miss,                                 Shut up in a place apart                            From this newborn day's sweet kiss.