Seemed pigeon-toed and rambling hereandthere
And barely showing where I meant to go
And never really getting anywhere,
So I resolved to walk a straighter line
With better posture and a clearer goal,
And in my mind the tracks I left behind
Were perfect pictures of a pristine soul,
Until, unsatisfied, I turned around
To see my legacy and take account,
Which caused my steps to weave from
edge to edge;
My back re-bent, and I began to sway;
And on my cue, a pigeon on a ledge
Stretched out its sturdy wings
and flew away.
from Thirty Birds
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