a woodland pigeon
is eating pink spring blossoms
while you're eating
hamburgers; eat ****, whatever;
outside my window
nearing 8 p.m. with the sunset,
a lovely sight mind you...
lovelier than hamster chub
cheeks of buttock arsenal
on a treadmill to think of...
thank god i didn't have to imagine
anything;
it was just one woodland pigeon
eating spring blossoms
while a throng was migrating
from the sunset direction
of the tilled fields to the sunrise
direction of being perched on oaks.