What does it mean... if God watches even the smallest sparrow...

'From a Distance

Virginia Woolf: We return to the place that we came from.
Angelica Bell: I don't remember where I came from.
Virginia Woolf: Nor do I.




Post Script:


a few years ago, while waiting in line at the ATM of my bank
I saw out of the corner of my eye
a young man standing
several feet behind me
I
imagined he must
have been next in line.

*


When I turned to leave
he was gone
and there on the side walk
a sparrow
flopping around

it's neck severed.

*


More recently
I noticed a dead pigeon
thrown near the border line
of my lot
.


and I remember that woman
with the white hair
who kept dropping
a rock as she spoke
she'd told me how
on the trail one day
she'd come across
a little chick who'd fallen
from the nest
and was frying
in the noon-day
Sun

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all
she could do was move it
under the cover
of the trees
shade