no one about
the whole way down the back road.
two squirrels so i talk to them, and the tiny
he said they are brown
in the dirt and this is so
they often are as are we
good place to be in earth
to plant and grow while
small birds look for food
the story continues
now you know that the bird has died
and her wish was to preserve it somehow
that was yesterday
she had balanced it on a cotton reel, you know the old wooden ones with red thread.
this balancing thing
started years ago
in childhood, a game. later life a habit, a meditation.
she watched others, the artists balancing stones
copied , then balanced all sorts, soaps. boxes, anything really.
perhaps it is a control thing she supposed as she balanced…
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