Flea ridden
pigeons
playing Russian roulette
with pedestrians
and winning.
Heard they see in slow motion,
well there's a couple outside on the pavement
free entertainment
as I wait for a lady with auburn tresses
to come stepping
through the comotion
of city bustle and pigeon hustle.
She's not one for dresses,
though she undresses
ballerina fluid,
smooth in movement,
flowing liquid.
She smiles and I'm reminded
there's still goodness
in this old world of ours