Thursday, November 28, 2019

Maybe 11

A small flock of birds
circled and swooped
as I crossed the bridge
on my way to work
There were 10 or maybe
a dozen of them
I tried to count but the group
kept breaking apart
and reforming and I
couldn't keep track

I watched them for a long time
but couldn't ever be sure
how many there were
I don't know why it seemed
so important for me to know
10 or maybe a dozen
maybe 11
Even now, hours later,
I know it means nothing
but I still wish I knew
how many
How many

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