Gentrification

i followed the pigeons
to Gordon park
just to hear them coo

their electric feathers alive
in the sun
sparkled like bejeweled jackets
heads dancing to a song i
could not hear
at first

but when i listened closer
it came bursting
orchestrally loud

suddenly there was music
spilling from the tree branches
winds serenading through bushes

for a brief moment the park sang to us
belonged to us

me and the pigeons

until the seagulls came
and chased us
away