Monday, June 18, 2012

Looking at Sparrows on a Rainy Day

           The sky is coldly grey
           the rain drips slowly
           soaking the dreary, unresponsive earth.
           on a tree’s bare branches
           [starkly stretching towards the sky like empty hands]
           the sparrows flit.
           Somehow they fit --
           their drab brown coats are copies of the atmosphere.
           their quick, sharp hops belie their modest feathers
           they dart
           through raindrops
           through winter raindrops


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