This place I sit by open window watching the world drown
Although the sky is falling, nothing ever seems to stop:
Police sirens wail, the traffic hums, and ships (imperceptibly) "race"
To unload goods at port for us and our impatience
The neighbours across the way
Are fighting yet again;
He'd promised to fix the roof last year and now the floor is wet.
So much commerce, all the time; so much to get done
I try to lose myself, instead in watching my pigeons;
Some huddle 'neath dudei shemesh,
Others bravely stood atop: defy the downpour, and
Autumn chill, to gaze upon their world;
They seem to say, "why miss a moment, of this hungry life? It eats us whole, no matter what, so live! Don't just survive."
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