in the shelter of the covered bridge – a line of pigeons
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keeping watch
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Florenceville Bridge
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pigeons swim through air
fill gaps on the ridge line
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perch on the shingled roof
scrutinize the traffic
the squeeze of half-tons
on the bridge
the kissing of mirrors
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pigeons quit the ridge, glide
to the shingled shore
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river winds shiver
hawkweed and sumac, displace
blankets of wild cucumber, billow
the skirts and Tilley
hats of tourists
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published previously in a post on September 11, 2015
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Copyright Jane Tims 2016
nichepoetryandprose 
“the kissing of mirrors” What a great visual. Having driven through a number of covered bridges, I know just what you mean. I like your line of pigeons. I had to look up Tilley hats. Turns out I’ve seen them numerous times. I just didn’t know their name.
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Robin
February 5, 2016 at 5:06 pm
Hi Robin. Thanks for the detailed read and comments. Every time I read the poem in public there is a Tilley hat in the audience! Jane
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jane tims
February 5, 2016 at 10:07 pm