five sparrows, one fool, and her

the sparrows have
to avoid the storm
and take refuge
on my porch
they are lined up
on the grill lid
watching me watch them

i am not sure
what it is they see
when they hop
little eyes locked
as i whisper poems
about you, my love
they seem nearly as
enthralled as i am

this strange man
and five fat sparrows
talking about
the woman with wildflowers
in her perfect smile
lost in her waves
as the gray light
colors the texas sky


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