nature poem

a pigeon lands a

few feet away from me

shakes its tail feathers

pecks at the concrete

struts around and nods:

yes, you’re wearing last night's clothes

yes, you haven’t brushed your teeth yet

yes, you’re drunk at 2:30 in the afternoon

here comes another pigeon

he doesn't have anything new to tell me

I go inside

crack another beer open

sip the spray-off from the top

and

nod to myself
in birdlike acquiescence 

grey area

just imagine a Venn diagram,

she tells me.

and I do.

in my mind,

I draw one

circle each on

two

separate pieces of paper.

then tell her,

I think this is the end.