Feeding
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1 min readJan 1, 2018
After the years
of living
you wonder if your
heart is a loaf of bread
you’ve been breaking
into pieces to feed
hungry, clamoring pigeons.
Each one crowds and coos
as you reach to crumble a piece,
then flies off when he’s had his fill,
and the next looks at you
with starving eyes.