once
i saw my grandmother hold out
her hand cupping a small offering
of seed to one of the wild sparrows
that frequented the bird bath she
filled with fresh water every day
she stood still
maybe stopped breathing
while the sparrow looked
at her, then the seed
then back as if he was
judging her character
maybe stopped breathing
while the sparrow looked
at her, then the seed
then back as if he was
judging her character
he jumped into her hand
began to eat
she smiled
began to eat
she smiled
a woman holding
a small god
a small god
Photography credit: Untitled image by Jill Freedman (originally black and white).
thanks for the beautiful presentation of my poem. it was featured on Writer's Almanac on 4/1/2014. a link to purchase the book, Guernica revisited, is on my website. www.richardvargaspoet.com. gracias.
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