Up at dawn and
Out with my dog Samantha
in front of our thirty story
apartment building.
Birds chirping.
Don’t know which is which
Except the morning dove.
It’s soft coo beckons
Punctuated by a train whistle.
It’s just a commuter train.
And its the Bronx.
But close your eyes and
You’re upstate or out west.
The romance is there
And here.
May, 2019
poems for friends 
I like the connection of the dove and the train whistle. Thanks Harry!
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Thanks jim. That`s what made the poem.
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I have been listening to a morning dove in my neighborhood lately as well. This is lovely. You’re on quite the poetic roll!
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Thanks Caroline. Cant wait to see your next one.
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