Tagged: sparrow

at four fifty-six

at four fifty-six
a.m., the sparrow starts its
daily chirps, calling

us away from sleep, we are all
the planet’s uninvited guests
.
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not all things have a

in November’s

in November’s
backyard, casting
afternoon shadows
against the wall,
an impression
of impermanence –
a sparrow,
a tree, a memory –
altogether brief
.
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