Sparrows indifferent
An image cast in escape in refuge
The bird flies
Too high
And accustomed to many
Trips, flies, and delays
Where does the sparrow rest
Homeless yet driven to fly again
Hop to a new branch
Divide and conquer responsibility’s handsaway.
Take care of all of it
And somehow prevail
Over overlords and the chains of domesticity.
There once came this girl and she was shy,noverypretty, and otherwise intolerant. Would not speak on command. But jovial. Slayer of sheather underneath.
And wrecking balls made less destruction than the little girl gone grown now.
Who looked at the sparrow from leads and reeds and thought paper made the difference.
