A bird by the bus 
stop with a wing 
asymmetrical,
a fixed ornament 
in the center 
of the sidewalk.

Yesterday I nursed 
my baby and pictured 
our car accident,
blood in my arms. 

Now there is something 
that could happen that 
would destroy me.

Small bird that will 
die, I can't help you. 
I can't help any of us
is what I refuse to see.

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