The Lesson

(Poetry in progress) the pigeon lost a partner they were picking peas or whatever in the street - the Lord does get them fed through his providence - it is our naughty hands that hold a different tale my brother downed two wings that had since flew and hovered a sea of red, a choppy self that refuses to die down a storm did brew - as she or he - i think it is a he - waited over the tip of the roof for the other half - two more wings to make life complete was it one hour - such a long wait before he flew away with a sky of emptiness