Another instance of Evelyn finding beauty in an everyday moment.
Noon on the Public Square
The pigeons eat.
Men bring them sacks of bread:
White, rolling bread, with skim
Of brown along its edges.
The pigeons eat.
The sun pulls iridescent jewels
From their feathered throats
And backs.
The pigeons eat.
The air shrivels
At the thrust
Of the gutteral drawl
They whittle
On its breath.
Evelyn Coffey
God, I love this one! During the depression, men without work are hanging out in the squares, feeding pigeons. That the pigeons eat, while the men hunger, brings the moment to my mind, now as unemployment in Cleveland returns to record levels.
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