The Pigeons of Shiraz by Miriam Sagan

I’m delighted to have five poems appear in “Modern Literature.” Check it out–http://modernliterature.org/2017/10/22/five-poems-by-miriam-sagan/

Flock

the pigeons of Shiraz
have one black wing
one white
are marked
as if by the calligrapher’s hand
must wheel towards G-d

the pigeons of Manhattan
swell with iridescent
necks
smell of soot
build nests of detritus
must wheel towards G-d

I held a metaphor
like a smooth stone
close to my heart

when I awoke
I could see the inside of the rose.

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This poem was written after a visit to my friend Baro’s new pigeon flock. Thinking of New York, too, today.

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