Thursday, April 5, 2012

Street Scenes I

The pigeon, feet splayed,
 bobs his head, looking for crumbs on the  gray,  stained sidewalk.
I watch,
marveling at his mindless intensity.
I cannot disturb him as he steps aside, his head always moving, to let me pass.  
 I see the elegance of his patient walk as he balances on those claws, nibbling
until he spreads and lifts and soars –
     to a park, a street, a roof.

He leaves some crumbs behind -
and I think about the stateliness of pigeons.


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