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feathered smudges like a floor spatter from
Jackson Pollard covered the lanes underneath
an old L&N railroad overpass where flocks
of pigeons used to **** from above
tiny pellets were sprinkled along the
rail banks & eager beaks pushed aside
large stones to pick out these "yummies"
which slid easily down the throat
causing vacant, fixed pupils
it is about thirteen foot-six inches from
the bottom of the bridge to the street,
hundreds of detached eyes looked
aimlessly from the pavement
for a sky to rise in
motorists rolled up the windows as they
approached for a finishing pass, hoping
maybe they would all eventually wash
away with the rains
i see a morning dove landing on my
porch railing, it's tiny black lenses
zooming into me through the window
causing me to think if maybe there is
a talon or a couple of small bones
embedded tread-wise into my tire
a vision now manifests some
thirteen foot, six inches away—
all those
eyes...
s jones
2009-2021
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pigeons used to occupy an old
railway overpass in a town that
i live near
authorities used some kind of
poison one weekend to cull
the animals
and this was the result...