Gentrification
i followed the pigeons
to Gordon park
just to hear them coo
their electric feathers alive
in the sun
sparkled like bejeweled jackets
heads dancing to a song i
could not hear
at first
but when i listened closer
it came bursting
orchestrally loud
suddenly there was music
spilling from the tree branches
winds serenading through bushes
for a brief moment the park sang to us
belonged to us
me and the pigeons
until the seagulls came
and chased us
away
