(excerpt)
Maybe it was my presence-----------------------
Cigarette smoke…
I looked her way
And then at once
She shat right there
Embarrassed she left
Poor poise-less pigeon
Too afraid to shit on the wing?
:-) That was a delightful little twist in the end. Got a laugh from me.
The 3rd, 5th and last two lines read like prose, interrupting the poem. I would expand on the 'embarrassment' of the pigeon, instead of the question 'Too afraid to shit on the wing?'.
Aparna
