Sparrows
We have wandered miles,
Seen no one,
Heard no voices,
Except those of the birds,
Watching from rooftops,
Swaying
in treetops,
Sensing something is wrong
In this off-balance quiet,
As
if the ground is breathing
And the
rain is its tears.
The
earth is contemplating
A world beyond sound.
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Vickie Johnstone, May 18, 2020
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