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Pigeon Shit

Two pigeons

Sit together

Inches apart

On a long and deserted telephone wire


I stand outside of my work

Avoiding my responsibilities

And watch them


They shit on the passing Tesla's

That slowly pull into my works parking-lot


And I swear that they are laughing to each other


The rich and white women

Get pissed that their expensive white cars

Now have fresh pigeon shit

Painted on them


And I can't help but think

That someday

That could be you and me

My love


A smile spreads across my face

And I take a big breath

Before heading back into a thankless, meaningless, boring job


What I wouldn’t give

To be one of those pigeons right now

Free to shit on people

And

Free to fly away


With someone I love.


-C.H.


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