Today's poem is by Oksana Maksymchuk

Ambush
       

In the hollow of a street
we pause, like travelers entering
a deserted city

Nobody here, but in windows —
shadows, an occasional
ghostly face

afterimages
of a life
there once was

Famished pigeons
surround us
a wall of wings

closing in on
two featherless bipeds
bearing gifts

seeds, the brittle
bread we grew
in an untidy kitchen

Rubble takes off from
the sidewalk, scraps of tarp
billow jubilantly

Forming a chorus, we dance
crumbs flying up
like confetti

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