The pigeons looked down
Today, while feeding the pigeons from the balcony, I saw a street cleaner picked up the trash nearby. The desert sun mounted her shoulder, lingered for a while there, then bid her goodbye. I caught my own chest, my hand met the daylight. It was a relief.
I wish I’ve had the chance to tell the lady that misery will be over soon. It’s been a long summer and the pigeons have flocked the oasis, leaving the breadcrumbs to the feral cats.
And then, we’ll sit for an iced tea under a date tree.