If someone asked her
about love,
she knew.
It's not something,
she'd say you give
on one hand
and expect back with another.
If you do, she admonished
you'll come up empty
with a heart that's broken,
and three sizes smaller.
No, it's like feeding the birds
who'll snatch every crumb
then fly away
sometimes forever.
But, you do it, she'd say
just to hear the music
and feel the dance of
their colors.