Pigeons

by Lorraine Walker

Someone came by window today.
Neither reaching out to me,
Nor looking in to care
Leaving nothing-
Not even memories retracing their steps.
I did not reach for them
The pull of my own world
Was too refined to challenge.
But the pigeons will come.
Eating the crumbs I so carefully throw out to them
They will, once again, rise up like an appetite and leave.
I will rise with them and make love to the wind
Until the shutters of my old age call me back again.

©2014 Lorraine Walker

 

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Bio:  Lorraine Walker, writes under the pen name LAW. She has been published by Artistic Muse, with a piece entitled Candle.

 

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