Friday, December 2, 2011

Sparrow

There is an elbow walking in the woods.
Beware of lost steps.
There is a broken heart wandering the night.
Resist the temptation to laugh at strangers.
The strangest places to be are bathrooms.
Why the universe admonishes birds, no one knows,
but to fly is to be free.
A sparrow races beneath the stars
in search of impermanence
and eventually is awarded broken wings.
Everything else is simply beautiful torment
and words never existed once spoken.

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