JQP on Xmas Day
By johnqpublic
A flock of pigeons flows from gray stone ledges wheeling about the wintry sky The air i breathe today is the color of tears Bread left over from Thursday is scattered on a cracked sidewalk pigeons settle around me like i'm their God Xmas lights wink at me in gay profusion; mocking loneliness a curl of cigarette smoke embraces me briefly, then is torn apart by a steely wind a sip of Velikoff hugs me from within while a cop, bored & idling at the corner watches me intently, trying to read the color of my mood The park across the street is littered by the debris of a winter picnic; I wander over to go play in styrofoam snow Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 07:35 AM PST 10 • 0
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