Feathers Falling

woman on bench reading

She was waiting on a bench

for something to happen

when the bird fell in her lap

a dove, fluttering for air,

its wings waving hello or goodbye

she could not tell.

She looked up at the wires:

no bird on the wires,

no branches in sight,

no cloud in the sky.

She touched it with her eyes,

but her hand faltered.

She did not know what to do.

She did not dare get up.

She did not dare throw it away.

The bird in her lap was still warm.

 

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