symmetrical in bronze
she stood alone
not beside a loved one gone
but a little indifferent
with calm dignity, shy-like,
holding shallow bowls
one in each hand
to catch rain water
for birds, and I wondered
what her silent prose symbolized--
may be something peaceful as
death is light as a feather thus
offering flight for the soul to
escape what the body no longer
demanded like a quiet reminiscence
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