Suburban Skyline
Tiptoeing through the present
Hoping my next footstep is in the past
On a damp cobblestone road
Garnished with luminous moss
And clothed with a weeping willow tapestry
A sanctuary for the mourning dove
Away from the ordinary pigeon
Why does it seem like
There are so many pigeons
Migrating toward an artificial crescent
Penetrating the suburban skyline
By KRISTEN ADELINE
© 2008 KRISTEN ADELINE
(All rights reserved)
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