When birds fall from the nest

Two people stand

face to face

but neither see

 

They are looking

at the back

of their own head

 

feeling with the back

of the hand

and never the palm

 

It is not a tender world

It is not a tender place

for a heart like mine

 

 

I saw a baby Starling

the broken winged thing

and not a word to sing

 

I saw a baby human

the unbreathing thing

not a word

 

I saw myself

in somebody’s eye

but the stranger walked by

 

It is not a tender world

It is not a tender place

for a heart

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