A man with a cut-throat scar offers
peanuts to children and adults gathered
under the trees in Kensington Gardens.
He shows us how to hold out our arms
like we could fly and to cup our hands
ever so slightly. A woman flings out
her arms and her husband says, ‘You look
like you are about to be crucified!’
The birds won’t land on her. The leaves are still
fresh and tender. On the tree, you can
hardly make the birds out. The parakeet
grips my hand with its clawed feet as it eats.
We thank the man but he nods,
smiles and says it’s his duty.
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