wet cement
the pitch-fork tracks
of a pigeon
About this poem
I was walking to the supermarket at about midnight, and I saw this partitioned area. I had a look and there was cement with the pigeon footprints in it. As I walked along it became words in my head, so I wrote them down. Most of my Haikus come in a similar way – serendipity and a notepad at the ready.
About Paul South
I was born and raised in Melbourne’s north-east, and attended Yarrambat Primary and Hurstbridge High. I became an addict quite young, finally kicking it in my late 20s. I completed a Diploma of Professional Writing and Editing in 2006, winning the Student of the Year award. I currently live in community housing with pet rats, and I am working on a book of poetry, prose and short stories about recovery, rats and all things feral. Feel free to friend me on Facebook, or take a look at my blog (see below).
