there are only pigeons on my rooftop
the odd seagull
the rare single magpie
sorrow reigns at the thought
of early morning
I throw open this window
sit with the quiet
then it comes in layers:
the seagulls first, some crows
then the blackbirds, then
soft purr call of the pigeon
a shush of distant traffic
then just beyond the
far away but close by
where the trees are
is a pa-poom pa-poom
from his heart’s memory