Jan 092011
Dozens of pigeons
pruning themselves
on a ledge of a tall
building in Chinatown
in the afternoon
winter sun.
Even from a distance
the iridescent quality
of the feathers was
clearly visible for
anyone who bothered
to look up.
The birds looked
undoubtedly royal to
me and I realized
that the feeling of
being the statue
or the pigeon is only
a state of mind.