Extraordinary efforts are being made To hide things from us, my friend Some stay up into the wee hours To search their souls Others undress each other in darkened rooms The creaky old elevator Took us down to the icy cellar first To show us a mop and a bucket Before it deigned to ascend again With a sigh of exasperation Under the vast, earlydawn sky The city lay silent before us Everything on hold Rooftops and water towers Clouds and wisps of white smoke We must be patient, we told ourselves See if the pigeons will coo now For the one who comes to her window To feed them angel cake All but invisible, but for her slender arm
earlydawn, deigned, creaky, exasperation, wisp