THEY WROTE THEIR NAME

They wrote their name

in finger on the window

pane,

displacing

the condensation.

A crow grooming its mate

on the lip of a neighboring

gutter,

paused

and looked

at its reflection

in the mirror

that

had

squeaked.

They sipped tea, and watched

the sun revealing the complicated

city

to itself,

with a gentle

star

gaze.