Nine Sparrows
Inspired by Gary Roberts' Nine
Sparrows with Newspaper
In the silence of a painting,
nine sparrows live far from mountain and
nest.
Like a toy army, they perch
into the abundance
of feather and down.
In the West they are vermin. In the
East, they’re sentenced
to rafters and eaves.
There is something we fail to do in
authority,
that must wait inside us like thick
brown paint does
on palette and knife.
This little flock of birds, cold,
without sun, stroked in burnt tan,
hearts and tails slide as snow drifts
on the breath of a pond.
But what is the point of knowing them
bandits when they fill
a life of trees, when they remind us of
home,
when on their travels
they turn east, west, south.
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