Hector
April 17, 1889 - -October 27, 1996
THE BIRD MAN
Dad. Always perfectly dressed. Suit, hat, tie. Shoes polished. We are at the town green. He puts a few peanuts on one shoulder, then on the other. He has peanuts in his open hand.
"Stand still," he says. "Wait and they will come."
Sunday church bells
summoning the faithful
a flurry of pigeons
Cattails
