crossing Gough in car to
Bay Bridge
vision is taken up
by two pigeons
promenading around a flattened
bird body
maybe their offspring
dead too soon from a wound
pecking, prancing in circles
around the dead one
a sorrow in them
a sorrow in me
the wonder of street life
for birds:
high wires, poles, roof tops
careless pedestrian, driver
bird gone
and I think of
two words from a friend’s poem:
“boom splatz”
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p.s.
thank you, Judy L. Brekke, for your inspirational poem entitled
“boom
splatz (for Willow)” |
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