The threat of rain’s kept folks away,
But
out here by the river,
The
sparrows flock when I sit down,
To
see what I’ll deliver.
I
never feed them, but I guess
That
other humans do
And
so they hop around my bench
In
case some crumbs I’ll strew.
When
minutes pass, they flit away
To
find another source
As
I gaze out at choppy waves
While
feeling no remorse.
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