Sunday, November 11, 2012

EARTH ~


















FRIEND



This sparrow must

Love the sun —


All day it has perched


On the stone well


Beside the empty


Trough of seed




All day its feathers


Lifted in the breeze




Its head turning


The oddest angles




If I could have him


He would fit in


The palm of my hand



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Where Rivers Meet
Bob Arnold