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Saturday, July 9, 2016

STONE PIGEON SOCIETY 2016


I like to watch pigeons
Solitary
They fly when frightened
In small collectives
They flinch

In the rain
Huddled in the eaves or
Perched on the wire
Grey and
Pink and
White and
Brown and
Oil slick green
Gathered for warmth

The Pigeons in the square
Part and close in
Red sea fashion
Yield for the passerby and
Defiantly reclaim for the Collective

All Pigeons are
made of stone
And fire
The picture of balance
Of maligned grace
Fearful when alone
United when it counts

We have so much to learn

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