Looking conversely down
porch-perched along an asphalt ribbon
wrapping down to windowless
bricked factories and particle-
boarded store fronts, where
I used to be.
I used to be.
A brown grey black sparrow
hops to and fro the spotted grass
and cracked sidewalk
looking for his daily sustenance
only then his flight. Where
and how far?
only then his flight. Where
and how far?
Looking conversely up
Midwest-grounded and terra-
cotta obstructed, an impulse
manifests from the back
cotta obstructed, an impulse
manifests from the back
black and urges him
forward and up---
Why him? Why now?
Nothing to do but
act upon it---lost
friends and family
the unknown and new
faces.
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