Admiel Kosman

NAMES UNTO THEM

Through the scratched plastic window of the central
bus station I saw a young couple. Early
and next to him stood his wife
Eve by the wall.
Through the scratched plastic window in the first
rain dripping humbly down the window
I saw a young couple. I saw a man who was
a distant relative of mine as was
his wife delicate his beak lightly touched
her beak so I gave that
man the name of good bird, and his wife called
Birdie.

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