Lets get posting friends, here is my favorite of 9 posted poems written in April, available on my blog. "Untitled No. 382" or (for us broken winged birds)
One pigeon in the plaza
Walks with a wounded wing.
Weakened by the weight
It wobbles from knee to knee.
It's feathers are dirty,
They don't plume like the others.
So boastful and beautiful and fit.
This one flitters from place to place
Feeding on the pity of people
Throwing seeds to the ground.
It can't fight the flock that flies
From hand to hand at the sound
Of the seeds falling down.
So the broken-winged one
Can often be found, dejectedly waiting
For the next observant and softhearted
Hand to single it out.
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