Jack Galmitz
Jack Galmitz
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On an islandbuilt for people to stand on
at an intersection
of speeding traffic
snow is piled high
from a plow that passed.
Someone tossed crumbs
of bread in advance
of the pigeons that assemble
in a mass.
In the snow they look
like stones moving this
way and that eating as quickly
as they can.
They touch each other
in this repast.
Jack Galmitz