Our self-abnegation becomes meaningless
in the face of the brown thrasher imperious,
indifferent as she is to our binoculars
and classifying gaze, strolling unhurried
between shrubs. Can there be honor in a life
reflected in our own lenses? You killed
her husband and sought still to be invited in.
A red seam will always remain between us.
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