Wednesday, June 20, 2012

From Before the Sparrow

From before the sparrow harmless
Holds the initiate is tested
Pulled back buffeted
By heedless words
Shoved and punted beaten
Back and yet he
Forth he
Allows what is
To be
He sails along lifted
Up by situation currents
Of air by children
Calling voices middle of the night
Uneasy telegram wind
Bears away the hours
He grieves the
Gentle approaching
Parting dry
Rainless stubble
Summer days
The stream is
Dying barely full enough to
Filter past the drifting
Turning of the
Year and yet he
Forth he knows enough to
Sing his evening song
And glide across the
Parchment drafted
Wind and
Allow it.

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