Palmano’s, the Trattoria

Pigeons on the roof exude a future nostalgia

that I can’t really explain yet.

They flutter by bricks and land on gravel,

all careless and exact.

So very unlike people.

Today it rains.

My coffee is poor,

and yet it still rains.

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