The Wisdom Of Pigeons Wings

There are things
like the frantic popping
of a pigeon’s wings,
as it hovers
and hops from place to place
in the city, pecking
at half-eaten bagels,
that tell you
something is wrong.
For how could things
so precise and masterful,
so fine and graceful,
as wings, sound
so reckless and hysterical?

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