just a couple things

tonight i'm thinking about two things
one is the people in the city
people that are familiar strangers
the other is passenger pigeons
i'm not sure how they relate yet
but i guess we'll see

perhaps there's comfort in both
these people that are passing by
and the species of extinct bird
these are the people on the bus
who i pretend not to notice
refraining from asking questions
unless it's, nice weather huh
and the birds that were blown away
all five million in a relative second in time
these two things give me comfort

sometimes i feel right about us
about how people will be
that's the comfort in extinction
the comfort in the familiar strangers
who sit next to me but don't ask questions
like what i'm thinking
about the passenger pigeons and people