Morning arrives as a careful guest,
Unrolling fog through patient avenues.
Balconies collect the breath of rivers,
And curtains billow like thoughtful sails.
Subway tunnels relearn wind songs,
Carrying pollen between forgotten stations.
Turnstiles count sparrows instead of tickets,
Clicking softly in feathered arithmetic.
Libraries expand into plazas,
Shelving stories beneath open skies.
Street lamps dim to watch the sunrise,
Trusting daylight with their responsibilities.
The avenues widen into conversations,
Sidewalks remembering orchard paths.
We inhale with the patient buildings,
And return oxygen as shared intention.