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.
boy with a hat 
Vincent, I love your writing so much. They are all so full of deep sentiments. Peace and love to you