Author Charles Reznikoff Upon a warm sunny afternoon in June, where the water overflows the marble basins of the fountain, the blue-black pigeons walk along the edges, wading, and the spray ruffles their feathers. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments