The Sparrow`s Order
I walk between a forest and a river,
one male, one female,
they are both grey.
They are filled with relics,
skulls peek through trees,
the path is ringed with rainwater.
The wind is before time,
I am a black box in a falling plane,
unable to register panic.
Cat children whine in the undergrowth,
like lovers tumbling in fern.
A lost playing card, the nine of hearts.
A dead sparrow, frozen in the track of
a departed tractor. seems to say,
This is not your place!
Take your sorrow and leave!
poem by Leslie Philibert
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