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April 11, 2003
soar

in arcs of blues and greens
above faces of yellow and white
and brown and hues between

pigeons hook
in right angles sharp enough
to carve a book

scattered flocks still soar
above historic blurs of blacks and whites
and greys and grays still sore

pigeons hook
in right angles sharp enough
to blind a look

beauty’s flight above tethered clouds
cast shadows that aren’t alone
when shading flattering crowds

pigeons hook
in right angles sharp enough
to create a nook

from afar their flight
seem farther ahead
because reality’s masked by light

but pigeons hook in right angles