There is this man
barely visible from Sixth of October Bridge.
He waves a flag
not to get the attention of
drivers on their way home
at dusk
but for his pigeons
who circle
and circle
white dots against a tangerine sky
flapping furiously
unable to understand
the pull that brings them back
to their cage.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | November 15, 2008 - 18:07
Simply beautiful, nancy. You have said in a few words more than most of us could say in many.
Homing pigeons have always fascinated me too.
Very much enjoyed.
Tina
littleditty | November 18, 2008 - 13:40
this is a great poem - i really enjoyed the lightness of touch, found the images worked so well -i found a story there -thank you for the read