Flocks of Birds (2 Small Stones)

between another blink
of a vee and a check mark...
bird silhouettes
across a sticky Saturday
of peach and silvery
blue streaked skies

**

you stopped bobbing for sidewalk crumbs
under a myrtle blossom tree,
cocked your head to one side
and nodded a hello
with a wink.

for a moment,
you were a prom king
with a metallic army green crown
and sleek feathers with a collar and breast
of psychedelic purple and royal berry red

and you just convinced me
that you weren't an airhead after all:
even a pigeon deserves some admiration,
a glance from the opposite sex
at a traffic light
as he smoothly struts on by.