Beyond the tree with last year's pl...

Beyond the tree with last year's plastic bags gnarled in their bare branches, and above the still factories onward a gray winter evening, several companys of pigeons flew into the weather They curved on the slight disturbance then rose over the water towers. Other lock of wools moved further away into the distance until they were just glances of white, sparks of teal gloomy and glints of burned orange. The birds ascended into a crescendo above the city skyline then dipped back down and orchestrated a synchronized get back to the buildings they had left onward each of these tar-brushed rooftops stood