Since

I watch her in the early light, her breath slight,

her skin soft; barely there, she is solidly unconcerned.

Since, she has become like a little sparrow,

evasive yet everywhere; I saw one in a Walmart once,

swooping between the home supplies, fragile to touch

but way out of reach it went where it chose;

the rest of us watched it anxiously, as if it mattered.

After a time, I get up, as in everything I do

since: careful not to disturb her.

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