To 23rd & 4th
Hello and goodbye
A fleeting passing
A brief sigh
Birds all aligned
They sit in their rows
Chittering and chattering
they look down below
Wires hang like ink
Traipsed across the sky
No seeming destination
They seem to imply
The spectators watch
the play unfold
The drama of everyday
Never getting old
One day with luck
Judy did see,
“A scrap of Subway
dropped just for me!”
Cautious and coy
She had to be
To beat her friends and foes
to that piece of meat
She wiggles her way
Spreading her wings
And swoops in a hurry
Ignoring the ring
Her fellow comrades’ cries
sound strangely alarming
But after all
Losing can feel harming
Snap! Thud!
A bright red flash
Screech of the tires
A man with no cash
Cigarette in mouth
Brown scraps of mildew
“Damn burd,” he grumbles
got guts on my view”
With a wipe of a sleeve
And a slam of the door
Driver moves on
Thinks of it no more
Life rolls on
at 23rd and 4th
Birds still in rows
The day on its course
The scent of
Hunon Wok Buffet
Wafting above
To the pigeon array
The Gas station pumping ‘n
Chugging away
2 for 1 chicken
Ending today
Squawking and gawking
The pigeons resume
Ongoing rabble
Black lines are the tomb
They’ll be there tomorrow
... and the next and the next
Like the ultimate “ok”
A meaningless text
Feathers adorning
Black thread across the sky
To 23rd & 4th
Hello and goodbye