Saturday, March 2, 2013

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Writing poetry, sitting on a little wall at Brophy, my mind keeps getting interrupted by sounds of falling leaves.
Dried and crackling, falling to the ground faster and louder than usual.
Stopping and taking a look up, I watch for a while and then finally see the cause of such commotion.
Sitting upon the roof, some pigeons are gathered there.
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RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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