the grain elevator on 15th (in P.A.)

Carve a lazy spiral in my mind
and sift the shavings
through the stained glass
carrying the pigeons
flapping in unison
sudden wheel
they all go
up
to the clear blue sky
so beautiful it hurts
and I love words
but they just lie
to others
the trueness
is the meat of life
that pulsing spirit
of shimmering air and fire
and love and everything else
But the carving
goes up forever
haven't reached the end
and the pigeons
duck and turn
with a tremendous
flapping