Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Sparrow's song

This bird that sings, heaving her small breast
Becoming something courageous, wonderful
The song breaking the day’s stillness
Sweetening the world as it softly winds
Around the trees and into rooms nearby
Even distracted by our skins
We hear and exalt in the sounds
Expanding our slice of sky outside

These same birds, grooming
Sitting silent on the deciduous branch
A little brown sparrow ducks in ryhyme
Making no mark in this morning
Yet, when she sings it makes things right
Ablution in the stone clean water
Splashing the joy of notes over us
Hearkening the new day and hope for
The coming cacophony of the battle ahead
Where no such songs will be heard.


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