Like a Metaphor, Sort Of
There’s a group of pigeons that congregate across the street from a coffee shop I frequent on 22nd. I remember when the coffee shop was a movie rental place that smelled bad, but that’s a long time gone. Back to the pigeons. They get a bad rap. Sure, they’re a little grimy, but this is Philadelphia. Every entire thing in this city is at least a little grimy. The pigeons do not stand out in this regard. I like them, these particular pigeons and most pigeons in general. They throw themselves at the sky with such enthusiasm.