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A tugboat pulled its way up the East river

Where a steamboat used to swim

Now I lay by its side 

Wondering 

Pondering 

How many birds can this woman possibly feed?

It is by our own carelessness

It is by our own wit

That we find ourselves in these precarious situations 

We push the birds off the rooftop edges

We try to push them away

But we push them into the 

Arms of a caring soul

We’re all in this together they say

We’re all in this together 

She said it not me 

But I find myself repeating it

We’re all in this together