IN THE APPEARANCE OF
SO MANY THINGS
Not often knowing quite what to say,
the rule to live by is silence - this fellow
today- Father Dave - he goes by, was walking
past his little cage of doves. I said hello, and
he with some hestitation replied. He was on
his way to the dumpsters at the end of the lot
with a bag of his household trash. I guess I'd
have done the same had I been him. Backed
off. I asked about his doves - are they OK
there for the Winter, will that plastic wrap
be enough? - it's a large cage, he said, and
as long as they're kept protected from the
wind, they can take the cold. - We'd once
know each other a long time ago. But I
look different now; I wouldn't
expect him to know.
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