Me & the Mourning Dove
There is an empty space behind the building where I work. It lies between two buildings and might have been a small garden once or a courtyard. Now it is full of weeds and cigarette butts. Fleabane and poke. A place for the homeless. For me and one mourning dove.
Work got too much and I decided I'd better change the bulb on the stairwell to the fire escape before we were all killed stumbling up these steps in the dark. I opened the door and realized I'd never been out here before. Three years in this place and never looked before. One tulip past blooming. A day lily and a bush with mitten leaves that I cannot name. There is a neat stack of old brick which I'm sitting on. But mostly weeds. My wireless is working.
I may sit here for awhile.