He Was My Pigeon
He was my pigeon
My dupe, my believer, my toy
I could see that he would follow me anywhere
And everywhere
He was my minion
My admirer, my inspirator, my challenger
I took a better look, and learned his ways
He was rather magnificent
Now we are each other’s pigeons
Flying the same direction, into the sun,
toward Shang-ra-lah.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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