Scene in Civic Park

Pigeons hoarding, searching
brooding scavengers seeking

just one handout.

tourist eyesore,
look the other way

droppings on the sidewalk,
dirt-tinged, gray and brown,
wings worn
in the heat

don't feed them
please
not here
everyone can see

keep them from
the steps, the doors, the hallways
the cool, quiet of the Capitol
business must go on

they've stopped carrying signs for work
who needs it, just keep moving, flying

homeless.

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