A Noble Lady
it is a sunny warm day
on this day
it is supposed to be cold
January is normally not sunny
and warm
little birds take advantage
of this pleasant day
hopping around squabbling
with each other
I am inside
watching through my window
my eyes wander and focus
upon an old woman
sifting through garbage set out
to be picked up
as she leaves one garbage can
and daintily walks to the next one
somehow
to me at least
her graceful movement
seem more . . . er . . . noble
than a thousand
preachers, priests, popes
as they walk among their giving flocks
on Sunday
and all the high religious Holy days
don’t understand
why I am led to feel this way
cannot explain it
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