Pigeon

don’t step so close to the edge

those wings are stunted

sometimes you think you’re a swan

being conditioned to believe that you could be

if you let your reflection swim long enough in front of your eyes

you can’t be because to be a swan

is to believe you’re a swan and you don’t believe

in anything other than living life

by the gust of the wind and the beat of your wings by tasting

air as it expands and letting your eyes flit around the world

watching it from above and eating crumbs

fallen to the ground making common trash to treasure

never asking to be a pigeon

if you dive as the fair swan does wings will wash white and you’ll lose

the emerald collar that swallows sunlight

you don’t believe in anything

as you blunder off the edge