birds feed

the birds feed her —

although, she hands them little bits of food.
the process: mutual.
but maybe you don’t know of what’s
not spoken quite the way she does

(i know i don’t)

the gulls know her —

the only one they recognize like that,
a type of wordless grace,
but maybe you have never seen
her like, i know i rarely have

a ministry to all who move with wings.
an act of love

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