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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