Notes
Pigeons
I twist my eyes
To a lilted violet sky
Head tilted in to take in the magnificence.
Pink strings running over
bridges and rooftops
Grey seeming coloured
No neutrals
Lights flicker by
Through beams
and the sky
Still trees
Light tease
My moment of pause.
But the dissipating easel moves
Me and away
One moment to be experienced never again.
If it only ever happened once
You’d think it etched
Till the very end.
Cameron Tayor 