Poem Of The Day: Pigeon King Of Florence

Finding the little pleasures of Florence.

Florence, Italy
Florence, Italy. UNSPLASH Giuseppe Mondì
cigarette butts for church crumbs

slabs of armor stammering in the statue of a bearded man

pigeons as his eyebrows

                                    feathery hair growth on his bald head

what is it like to have people shoe you away

but you keep neck-nodding yes

strutting on steps

squabbling in stone

what is it like to be that small                 surrounded by church choirs chiming

    like a baby crawling              through the San Lorenzo nave

        Mamma trying to wheel a stroller between cracks of centuries

her baby boy running

after four pigeons after

                                                            the forgotten

pacifier bouncing up and down

in his mouth like a kazoo

     spooning strawberry yogurt; takes a bite for herself


but he keeps running


he keeps running after the four pigeons

“Eduordo—  Ciao!”


       he stops


how a hello can cut

how a hello can shatter escape

Yogi Bear’s t-shirt grin frozen


                                                                                    “Ciao Mamma! Ciao!”

and I realize there is nothing like a little boy

answering his mother’s

“Eduordo—  Ciao!”

nothing like being whisked away prematurely

from the edge of a wing

how even a pigeonhole revels

in a box


               of flight
Amanda Dettmann


Amanda is an avid traveler who calls Maine her home, but her favorite places include Amsterdam's Christmas markets and Shakespeare's Globe in London. She is passionate about poetry, theatre, and teaching writing to kids and adults with disabilities. She thinks the best part of traveling is hearing strangers' incredible stories. Her ultimate mission? To find the tastiest cappuccino in the world.

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