PIGEONS IN THE PARK

Pigeons in the park
pecking away at ramen noodles as
though each strand were some
bit of intestine
some poor old creature left behind
of themselves, curly and queer,
tangled up in a pool of yellow salts.
They fly off; noodle in mouth
while the worms root around
somewhere underground.
It hasn’t rained in too long.
I’m not complaining. Neither are
the pigeons in the park.

written on 08/29/2011 by: Matt Kane