there's a bird outside
been there
an hour that i know of
he sits on an island
of grass amid an asphalt ocean
i've been to visit him twice
his eyes follow me
i sit only a few feet away
and tell him it's not safe here
cats and dogs and kids with shoe boxes
i don't dare touch him
for fear my human stink will somehow inhibit
his reentry into the wild
i feel powerless to help him
but i owe him something
for this poem
