Above Feathers Fluttering on Sidewalks

I sit on rooftops
watch the city
click and whistle.
Everyone thinks I’m up
here
for the view.
But really
I’m catching pigeons
tying old receipts
to their legs
with strings frayed from
my jacket
I write “I love you”
over the
subtotal,
tax,
and change.
I tell my fluttering
envelopes
where you live
Point to your window
They bob their heads,
I hope that means
they understand.
I hold their
flinching
bodies
grasp them tight
I thrust them into
the sky
watch their feathers
like clouds
against the sky
“Fly well,”
I whisper,
feeling their dark bodies
colliding
with the concrete