Bird Rock

As soon as I decided not to try to pull poems out of myself
I saw one:
"Soda-coffee-phonecard-newspaper"
here
in the Civic Center
backwards forwards any way you look
it's spelled out
the same way
be it: pigeons perching pleasingly
on the cliffside of this institution
The Library, dedicated to providing access
And lo, did those
arch-ee-techts
plan those resting spots?
Rock birds, says
the bystander
watching.
I tell him that it took three years for
me to notice them,
how thay are a part of the building
"Yes, they share some grays," said he
But it was his eloquent watching that made me love pigeons as I walked away slowly
on the concrete
to get soda or coffee or phonecard or newspaper.