Double-Exposure

Poems painted with Krylon spray nozzles
stream across the city, background music
thumps out of boom boxes
Pigeon coops on the roof where the woman
who only ate Campbell's Tomato Soup raced
her birds and cooed them to sleep
Poetry printed on heavy paper, then pasted inside
subway cars next to the advertisement for night school
Graffiti confined to walls blessed by landlords
as long as paint doesn't drip beyond
Pigeons still catch the light and fly
synchronized flight patterns over the city