The bird suddenly becomes aware
of my presence-
I then realize what I have always longed for
as I make eye-contact with this small, small Robin
who recognizes me and then flees-
acknowledgement.
I want to be taken seriously, as this bird does.
While I wanted it to linger, it knows who I am
and so flees, as it should. I could kill it
with my thumb and forefinger
not even meaning to.
I want to be acknowledged as the doe and her two fawns did
three days ago. She stopped. Her two fawns leaped and then stop.
And we gazed at one another for a long time.
I have never been acknowledged the way an animal does.
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