'A True Story in Winter'

Every morning at eight
The same lady sits
On the same bench in the park
To empty a paper bag of bread crumbs
And the same bomb of sparrows
Explodes
When she walks away
At 8:05
Folding the bag
Into a square that fits
Her pocket with a sigh.

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