sparrow – other animals

a fish through the hands will write a list of future accomplishments gulp the last tepid tea and remember I’m somehow the narrator though my training is in watch repair once a thriving industry in days when many people were killed by and these days you don’t know who to believe when you take your pants off but that’s the way it’s always been at least when you climb that tree to look at the moon you can just remember the sound of the first sparrow through her curls

day one. The towers toppled, but the sweet sparrow’s song

gone as soon as it comes and if it weren’t for the dark smudge but no matter when the answer embroidered in a minuscule script costs too much in sparrow wings

and softly breaks on the second sparrow’s song

the song of one apartment in fog a lone sparrow

the little sparrow sings all the stones in my throat

a hole in my reason the sparrow changes pitch