from the moleskin

          there are a family of pigeons
making a nest in the midst of a thick clump of white roses

          on top of the trellis that
spans the divide between the driveway and the backyard

          mamma pigeon encamped
while papa pigeon sallies forth bringing twigs and other

          stuffs to build their nest
anna pointed them out this morning and as i look out the window

          i can see the eyes of momma pigeon
and hear papa pigeon coo as he flies about his chores

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nicholas is taking a bath a bath as i wait for
anna to return

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everything is material
                              for poetry


[april 4, 2008]