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CITY CENTRE
sitting on a hot street,
pigeons seething and stumbling,
jerking and merging...
I sit and wonder at
their grey camouflage,
the very pavement
quaking, lurching, surging!
pigeons seething and stumbling,
jerking and merging...
I sit and wonder at
their grey camouflage,
the very pavement
quaking, lurching, surging!
Published 29th Jun 2013
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Anonymous
29th Jun 2013 11:23pm
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29th Jun 2013 11:42pm
yeah, i can see and hear the pigeons in the first stanza. i can see them moving about at the end, too, as from a camera that keeps zooming in deeper on them with each of those last three words, which are sort of like some ominous drum beat.
3rd Jul 2013 5:16pm
