I woke to your face not looking at me
but at the bird that settled on your
wrist,
lured by food. Its trust, for once, was rewarded.
You offered the
bird everything you had.

I remember. That is how it began
with us:
You held out your hand; I took it.

–G. E. Patterson (American, b. 1960)

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