$20
Item#: 2010SYR15
11x17-inches, printed on heavy weight (100-pound) Hammermill cover paper. We package each print with a piece of chipboard in a clear plastic sleeve.
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The flock of pigeons
Boards the westward bound Centro
As the engine purrs
When I was a teenager I worked downtown and spent a lot of time standing by the bakery on the corner waiting for the bus to come. Waiting for the bus is a great time to people watch and imagine things that would be interesting, like an old man breaking into a song and dance number or inanimate objects coming to life.
In 2005 I came back to Syracuse after living out of state, excited to try and capture the hometown I'd missed in a poem. I spent the day walking around downtown, writing about buildings and ghosts and trying to discover secret places I'd never noticed before. I found myself at the corner of the bakery again, waiting for the bus and laughing as I saw a group of pigeons and imagined them reaching for their wallets and boarding the bus. A poem had found its way out.
I chose this poem because when I read it I had an image come to mind right away. I thought the poet was probably thinking of normal birds perched on top, but I liked the image of human-sized pigeons boarding a bus. Once I had the main idea I added smaller details like the Syracuse baseball cap.
The picture isn't meant to show a specific place in Syracuse, but I did take pictures of Syracuse buses for reference. I wouldn't say pigeons remind me especially of Syracuse, but the bus seemed like something people would recognize.