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Pigeons
let loose from the coupe
s
t
r
e
t
c
h
their
w
i n
g s
Bodies
turn brown
then white again
as they dive
and soar
in and out
of formation.
Not a sound or commotion
as twenty-five pairs of
pigeon wings
stayed with a chill
November air
slip from west to east
and back again.
I think,
there must be
a joy in this
and a certain sadness …
for them and
the
man who unhitches
the rusty latch
to make clear
the path for
wings
unfolding
and folding in
again.
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