The World Outside

On the kitchen wall a flash
of shadow:
swift pilgrimage
of pigeons, a spiral
celebration of air, of sky-deserts.

And in counterpoint, from other windows,
the effort to be merry--ay, maracas!
--sibilant, intricate--the voices wailing pleasure,
arriving perhaps at joy, late, after sets
have been switched off, and silences
are dark windows?
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