Offerings From The Stone Bowl Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Offerings From The Stone Bowl
When you come to the capital
a starling will follow you
through the plaza
shyly, at arms length,
only to flinch at your crumbs.
He knows you've been robbing
songbirds' nests,
and carry bits of shell
in your pocket still.
Because we are alike
as two buttons
it launches itself to the clouds.
I pity my soul
which can not endure this burden
of endless gifts.
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