One pigeon, two pigeons, three pigeons…
Suddenly,
It is a swarm of pigeons.
The sky tilts a little towards
what has always been here.
With terraces, I stand in agreement
of everything they see.
They have lived at the edge
for as long as they can be
& not absorb heat.
There is noise in this blue of sky
shrilling every corner of heat
telling it to go outside and play!
Look at everything —
A flock of confusion takes flight,
circles the air,
& assembles at the same terrace again.
The sky is still sky
when the sun sets and nothing
comes to an end.
On other note, we never see the sun setting
Only the colours changing
Yellow glides dim amber
Pink ruffles orange,
But I never see the sun descend.
It bulges,
It grows, It glows
To wait.