Collateral

I do not know what will grow, whether

the markets will bustle with plenty,

or if the barometer’s fall will pressure

them into silence ahead of the storm;

I know that this morning a child

said her father’s name for the first time,

and another broke her mother’s heart,

while in between, the fierce starlings fought

over tiny seeds fallen from the feeder

that you had hung out for the sparrows.

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2 Responses to Collateral

  1. This was very lovely! Can’t wait for more 🙂

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