He waited in the field for the Yellow Cab, conversing with men in overalls. He carried a pail of avocados, almost black, and gave one to each. The absence of streets and traffic lights was insignificant. Looking up just in time, he saw a kit of wild city pigeons, the sun brightening their feathers—morphs of rainbow. Rusty-red, white and pied-blue. He watched them stream through the rays and listened for the sound of tires.
first published in Camroc Press Review 2012
Friday, 19 April 2013
Important Facts Remembered from Biology 250' by Chella Courington
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