A Man with Crumbs
A tree top twig
Beneath the empty sky
I look among
The world’s connected strings
From a lofty view
That's twenty stories high
It’s here I see
The flutters filled with wings
This morning’s hush
As Hudson’s sparkle comes
Around it flows
With autumn’s remnant leaves
The pigeon sky
Above the man with crumbs
As they flock around
And eat his cake like thieves
His hands still move
But nothing now is heard
He made a pledge
With truth that sounds like lie
