Pigeons perform the patomine of mating <br />from one damp ledge to another <br />as a through train distracts the she into surrendering <br />herself, the final refusal as matted wings <br />flap in a frenzy. <br />Directly below, two lovers argue <br />she shouts to him about his selfishness <br />he does what most men do <br />looks for a word that will settle her rage, <br />then gently takes her hand <br />she snatches it back, before lending it back. <br />Behind them an old man coughs for eternity <br />Girl and boy land in each others view <br />making sense of the shortness of time <br />they meet with thier mouths.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mating-game-observed-at-barking-station/
