Pigeons
May 1, 2023
Tangential thoughts jumble on the threshold
And float away on a stream flowing
From the feet of a pondering pigeon
Strolling in the falling summer snow.
Black ink spills into a river of gibberish in cursive
Direction distracted, and a sudden epiphany
Under freezing cold shower is fleeting
Like feathers wandering in the wind.
Tridents of wonder mushroom across the stark white plain
In entropic patterns; a malady contaminating the canvas.
On this decaying spherical body where existences collide,
I dissolve into a cacophony of conundrums
As a pigeon walks by.
I just saw that photo of a pigeon walking in snow and this happened.
