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.
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