Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Seeing Valentine

When sparrow sees me
I know I have been seen
she flees in fear of discovery
I stay with what has been
she’s working on her second nest
I’m working on my warts
where do the feathers come from
with which she weaves her nest
what others don’t abandon
she will have to steal
what of myself I cannot see
I will have to feel
my way in darkest night
while you dear sparrow
only comprehend more light
 

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