On a day like this it
hurts to see the sparrows flee
I walk alone
down the pier   many people pass
a kid in an Orioles cap
taps away at his iPhone
he looks young
  to be here alone
a bird lands softly
  on the railing, bleeding
        a thin red thread
there could be a cut in the sky
the gray sky
  the low clouds
    almost within reach
that classy woman    looked at me
I reach out and grasp the
  soft hand   of a dear friend
             who wasn’t invited
the water is lazy
a great distance   remains
          to the end of the pier
          but no words
          unless you demand them


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