a few rooftops

three people

on three different rooftops

some pigeons

sitting in the sun

at a safe distance

one is reading a book

another one drinking coffee

i’m up here for a smoke

the wind is making

the city sing

on this quiet sunday morning

the church bell rings

every now and then

a mom yelling at her child

she left her window open

i hear the news from a distant tv

and i

keep listening

to the windchime

singing behind me