Sunday, July 28, 2013

Dear Family Chronicle of a Flock of Pigeons,

There are so few pigeon
heroes, or dastards,
and also, I think,
so few affairs, since
each and every character
for life—the history
of pigeons
is a chronicle
without wars—sure, a falcon
grabs a sacrifice now
and again,
but on the whole this
is the tale of how you rose,
a chorus on
a January morning,
wings nearly
white against a bank
of darker cloud, and I
read that chapter,
thankful to see
the fog of my breath
while I waited
on the train, nearly
able in that moment
to love my lifetime the way
a flock of pigeons loves
to be silver in a flash
of sky, dark
then silver.

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