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Pigeon Patterns

Pigeon Patterns by L.E. Harris ' On the steps they are building a life out of crumbs, Little piles of our discarded food turned to monuments. Around the Starbucks morning stall, with its electric hums, They gather us up, to herd us in some absurd grey waltz. They seem so trite, so decadent, Clutched like aristocrats with one good, faded coat Scrounging beneath banks and out-door restaurants. We raise a shoe to feather the air. Dust particles, like dollars float. When you think about it, maybe we would do better To make a ceremony out of ordinary acts, to tap everyday trails. Catching the trains would be much more exciting if we all spread Our smiles as pigeons wave their ice-cream wafer tails. Those pointless bills.'

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