of pigeons. grey and bent
over.
unflying,
but staring at some seed
or worm,
upon their hand.
locked into their
cell phones.
crossing roads,
bumping aimlessly
into one another.
unaware of sky or sun.
the moon.
nature
goes on without them.
a mass hypnosis,
living a life
within.
a cold and wired room.
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