Emma Ambos - 1 poem

Pigeon-gods

Fat pigeons coo
            (tenant doves of
French fries)

Kings and lords
of the
                        banana peels
Cold                        coffee grounds
            Hist!
                Listen!

Bard, they’ll tell you
                           your own story

Ketchup-washed
musty-fusty
in             melon
peel thrones

they air-dry
w
   i
     n
       g
         s
ofpastpoetspaper

            they’ll tell you
your fate

Trash-boy

BIOGRAPHY: A poet of cold winter mornings, sunlight of all types and heartbeats that stutter. A lover of sounds and breathing. The dancer alone in the park. When you see her, call her name, call her Emma and she will ask you to dance with her.