A lowly pigeon
frantically flapping
across the
pale blue sky,
Has a lot less CENTS then men,
but
MORE
alot
more
Common SENSE then men.
Without ryhme or reason
we see it:
zoom to the left
veer to the right
perch on a building
We YELL
"LOOK OUT below"
then the pigeon
poops.
SPLAT
more like
a tap
of a
busy
buzzing
bumble bee
bumping
into one's
knee
seeking pollen
for the queen.
both will render
a
GASP!
for
breathe.
Tempers flare,
then subside.
We laugh
and
recall
that dreadful day
when we where chicken george
and screamed in our mind
"The sky is falling!"
finally,
"We geuss it is good luck?"
better than a sting.
I think
There is God
his will
in the
erratic
graceless
flight
of the
pigeon
or
Dove
that always
finds a place
to
tell men
be
coool coool.
then
I think
then there is Men,
In a car.
Speeding!!! beep
swiftly switching lanes: BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!
city streets swarming with automobiles.
SCREEEEECHHHHH
a crash.
spending money:
insurance
Ching,
doctor bills
Ching,
dent removal,
ching,
paint job,
ching,
Back to buying a new car:
Ching,
SCREEEEeCHHHHHhhhh
and
CHING CHING CHING CHING
all over again,
but losing our cool.
There is God
then there is men.
The pigeon
is the will of God
men are like pigeons,
but
HUMANS
are the
WILL OF GOD
and
I realize
everthing is cool.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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