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  • Magpies, doves, pigeons, sparrows

    Ants carry bits of flower from the tree canopy above. They are the terracotta red/orange color of the houses nearby.

    The taco trucks are busy. Families, people who work nearby.

    One old woman, charcoal grey ponytail, blue trainer jacket, khaki cargo pants, and light pink converse washes her hands at the spigot. She holds her wrist rubbing at something on her arm. She runs it under the water and moves her hand aside and I see the break. A huge lump, the bone displaced just below her elbow. It looks bad. She keeps holding it and cupping water in the other hand to rinse over it. She's been bent over for so long I wonder if she doesn't know what to do but stand there with that water. She picks at the wound like there are scabs, and I wonder how long it's been like that. No one has set it back, she just letting it heal as it is? She has a blue and white shopping bag set behind her. Half an hour already, she's been standing at that spigot.

    This park is like a lot of parks. All the wounded are here.
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