01
Where pigeons
dance their chaotic ballet,
my friends
do not want to flock with me.
02
They know nothing
of the aerial gaze
or my humans’ disdain.
In their flight
there is no lament,
no praise,
only hunger.
03
How many seeds
do you hold?
04
Is longing
just another instinct,
something that never leaves?
05
Hank.
Tom.
06
Do you see me?