When the Lexus hit that pigeon, he lay there
beating his one good wing against the curb
like he was trying to put out a fire.
My wife asked me to do something, so I
turned his head clockwise until I heard
a click. Then darkness poured out
of the small safe of his body.
That is when I realized I used to
merely love my wife.
Now I would kill for her.
Grand Avenue
Ronald Koertge
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Poem topics: fire, wing, head, good, small, body, love, wife, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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