The pigeon mumbler
on East 12th Street
released his flock
at the same time
Papo’s kite took flight
resulting in tangled
echelon high above New York,
while I
on my fire escape
midway through 100
sun salutations got
caught in the fray
toppling 7 stories
to hard cement, dead
but for a moment exactly
as per the prophecy

Chagall 2016

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