2020-07-31 – Breath of Bird


in pours poor sparrow
to perch on arch of
man’s shoulder,

bill full of mush once
the lush bundle
of clover,

plucked from soils of
jade meadows, wilted
by the time moon
turns over

in sea flush with cotton sheets-
as a star splashed screen
softly lowers.

both eyelids drawn, i hum same song
the sparrow taught me

before she up and blew away
with candle’s

and all the lessons
love never

Grumpy Gorman

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