Park benches bangs and bird
We walked up the steps to the bench sat down to a 20 gun salute out there behind us in the harbor the big bangs echoing around the steel and concrete buildings in front of us in which the scurry of feet the tap of key boards and biz speak went without a look out of the windows A pigeon its head moving jerk back and forth walked towards us across the carpet dross manicured green stopped and edged left Then a coldness fell down on us on this 2 pm time so we walked the pad of our feet and a secret silence into the crowded streets
@ Neil Furby
