duck_seagill_pigin

once around the pond-o
the ducks and seagulls fond-o
of the bread.
not the gravel dirt smelly finery of grass and orchids still
abloom all late in act over
yellow floored october
it isnt over until the snow
falls,
and I cant remember if the ducks are still
there to eat in the snow
.
or do they go.
where the seagulls with me too?
........
the pigions though,
remain like an old jimmy cliff.
a million finest plumbs with wings
rarity of a dazzled planet.
the mighty pigion, longest life
lingering flight, feathered sight
for a soar over the drifting winter.