tiny heartsMature

i
Today I spent 4:20 cradling a dying bird.

ii
I think we understood each other better
than we’d ever understood anything else.

iii
I hesitated in the middle of the road, groceries heavy 
on my arms, and just one street left to cross.
Was it dead, already?  Was there anything to save?

iv
Tiny hearts beat longer than anyone expects.
Tiny skeletons tremble like small earthquakes in my palms.

v
There has been too much death, lately.

The End

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