Third time today,
uptown on Broadway,
I saw flocks of pigeons
gearing up for an orgy,
but this time,
they crowded onto the roof
of the 96th Street
Broadway Mall Community Center,
(its roof is still dripping),
gazing out, keeping warm,
heads bobbing in-time,
watching the ongoing traffic
as if their crowd was listening
to the music of the city,
an invisible rock show.
Afterwords,
when the music died down,
they exited in droves,
wings cutting the sky
of the Upper West Side
all at once,
shaking the heavens.