We
sit
together
The grackle and me
Me with the cold wall
Beneath my feet, butt, knees
He
Small yellow eye
Shimmer of black coat
Peering furtively
Head tilt swivel tilt
On his one good leg
We
Sit and listen
To the waterfall
The wind chime
The traffic dance
And the beep slam grind
Of the parking garage behind
Together
We
sit
And spend
Our lunch
Just he and me
No fear
No stress
Reluctant companions
In the labyrinth of our lunchtime world
One belief breeze
He’s gone