so vital to one’s sanity
and its shadow sense
of utter helplessness
have to do with a sparrow
flown too soon from its quiet nest
into the hard reality of cement
the only burial my solemnness
could handle I took to the compost
and laid in a yellow hollow
of hollyhock leaves remembering
all over the world this morning
there are refugees like these
whose parents sit on the line
watching and mourning
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