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He watches
Small-boned sparrows
As they fly, collects stray dogs,
Counts odd stones and scattered teeth;
Knows what the happy, fat ones
Will come to.
When he strolls
By silver water under the bridge,
Gnats part like cheering crowds,
Mosquitoes hide.
Crack a bone
Or split a stick,
You’ll find his finger print.