Pigeons and Squirrels

no more than a row of broken 

clocks alarming and others echo 

electronic impatiently wait

can you see if the clouds have broken through 

the sun it is an easy enough question

they seem fragile tense of late

the clocks go off tell the truest time

of dust and loss

walls begin to close in

or already closed

no one seems to know

the sins written on the kitchen wall

join in stand on their own they are

a proud confession

outside the city squints pigeons

and squirrels fly

stop here don't walk seconds tick

his vices clamor it is the amber he fears

not the sudden red or steady green

he leaves a memory senseless 

crippled hanging on for dear life

he is shameless maybe less 

in front of him a mumbling man stumbles

a too brief recitation on 

the street of flesh

and bone

JPPestana

Pigeons and Squirrels

2.4. 2022