Wednesday, July 19, 2017

POEM: Sparrow

she picks water droplets off with a slender yellow beak
like sweet grapes, then hovers as if suspended by thread
the sparrow alights a branch of a rose-of-sharon,
its leaves, dripping from an early rain
the sparrow’s head, morning-light still, her wings

hammer the humid air


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