man on a bench
tosses bread to the pigeons
with lethargic flicks of the wrist,
an end-of-the-day hunch
and bent bones that are
bothered and beat
there is a hell relieved
upon passing
but what about this
unfair season
of decay
the wilting before
the final
fall
man on a bench
gets up and walks away
pigeons scatter
things continue
fair or
not
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