Prominence

We wake early and claim
the rising sun as our own
Illy wants to see the city
the way I do on my dawn walks
She puts her delicate hand in mine
and we leave the brownstone for
the city street
watching others hurry to catch buses
and subway trains
bustling in and out with cups
of bitter coffee
She wants to see the world that I see
to paint with my eyes
I kiss her cheek while we wait
for the signal
to push our way across Broad St.
I show her the rats running
their races
She wants to understand me
she believes in me
We sit in the park and she
sketches
birds in trees
a city morning like none I've ever known