Harbingers Too True to Notice
I write of palladium and platinum and silvered clouds, speculating on our interpersonal relationships and their relationships with hills and mountains and air and ether, but what of the birds that abound amidst their splendor?
Pigeons are living shades of grey as are their odorous tokens, those thick liquid showers, transparent at first but quickly hardening in very unappreciated patterns of white. Symbolic commentaries not frequently memorialized.
Impossible to avoid, are they harbingers too true to notice?
 © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved