Sparrow

Listening to the rhythm,

The patter of our voices,

I stop biting my tongue and tell the truth

To a stranger who doesn’t understand

The distance between this floating moment,

And my grounded existence.

How I intended to keep that diseased sparrow,

Under lock and key and blanket forever.

It’s back in its cage now,

Making more racket than ever.

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