Now these people

Geschrieben am 10. Februar 2022

Now these people are walking towards each

other on a bridge beneath a white drizzly sky

and from afar she thinks he must be violent

as he throws something into the river, seagulls

circle him like a cloud of imperfect strangers,

she looks for aggression in his gestures, they

approach, and now she can see the bread in

his hands that he is ripping apart to feed the

birds, they catch it in their flight, he watches

them and they move with him, then he passes

her, suddenly looks at her, green eyes, black

hair, she thinks of the way he moves, their

faces are close on the narrow bridge, and for

an instant she's in love until his back faces hers,

then she stops, and she looks back at the birds,

at the man,

he walks on, feeding his birds, and she walks,

too, toward the shore that he had come from.