At a Nameless University

I’m at a conference feeling lonely
Outside a brutalist building
In the falling snow
I have a perfectly reasonable
Conversation with a pigeon…
Its dusk and smokers arrive
Laughing about a colleague
Its a fact that pigeons are the only birds
Who can recognize themselves
When the day is insufficient
In the darkness of broken manners
I love my pigeon for this

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto