The morning city,
still stretching, rubbing its eyes
on the rising sun.
Stragglers from last night find dollar coffees
and sip it in the low light of the park.
Brunchers order mimosas
and poppy-seed bagels.
Beds go unmade,
taxis are called,
and the metropolis–
the skyscrapers and high-rises
are painted with light.
The city starts
gently humming again.
—  Schuyler Peck, Burnside Street