nameless bird

I just
On this place
At my naivete
Certain thing
Caught my eye
Walked on the foot path
A bird like men do
New to me
I opened my head
Scribbling the words
What it was
The feather was sleek and black
As a night
A heron?
But it wasn’t
I opened my heart
Cannot see a single spark
Of light
Body and soul wandering in the dark
If it has
Decided it was
A nameless dove in the dirt
Stained by smoke of city sky
At dusk
That its yellow beck
Angling a rotten spoil
From a food box.



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