Sparrow year by year
Works to build a better world.
One day she just stops.
Monthly Archives: March 2012
Mors, Mortis
When she tried it last
And asked for mom to visit,
Three long years went by.
Therapy
He told her that it’s
Like death when it happens.
She’d like to scream, can’t.
Unknown
Alone in her room
Determining the question:
Will she reach fifty?
Black Box
Wondering whether
And how and when and with what –
It doesn’t matter.
Not the Kingdom I
They also serve who
Work for peace, are forgotten
Since they do not kill.
Not the Kingdom II
Not that it matters
To you or anyone else,
But she served for years.
Not the Kingdom III
World without wisdom:
A dove bombed in shock and awe.
Feather floats away.
Four Thirty-One AM
Cell phone beeping text
Waking me from happy sleep
To tell me I’m loved.
Early March
Sierra snowstorm
Hides hope beyond the whiteout
While I dream of Spring.
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