Pigeons at La Favorita Cafe (A Poem)
Faintly, a scene of effects unfolds, awakens the eyes
And is soon forgotten, as it dies: the pigeons prance
Around parked cars, by the Café Favorita’s tables
in Lima, Peru!
Then they take off in flight, some remain, and prance under cars,
Out of sight: as they move in and out (the café is boarding
the street in Miraflores).
They prance, prance: pecking at crumbs on the ground,
Slowly winged, unhastening (as zooming cars pass by).
I watch these pigeons melt into the scene
nobody really notices them, but me…!
#1307 Written at the La Favorita Café, in Lima, Peru 4/8/06, while I was having coffee during the evening outside, with several tables full of Peruvians talking, drinking, eating; a TV in the Café going on, sports, news, etc. A mellow evening, and the I got focused on the pigeons for some reason. Perhaps something no one really notices, or if they do, it is almost subconsciously. And so I noticed life buzzing around me, the cars, at the tables of the café, the pigeons, it all makes for a complete package to a closing evening. The cool breeze, for it is fall in Lima now and the ocean is but a half mile away, the winds from the ocean seep up the streets, and impose their presence upon everyone. Sometimes I wonder why people eat or drink coffee inside cafes if they can go outside, it is perhaps one of the pleasures I have living here in Peru; after living in Minnesota most all my life, and having to eat inside seven months out of the year, it is a treat to breath in real air, instead of shifted air from the facility.
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