Icicle prisms
Sparrow’s trill, a winter dirge
Light, the rainbow-bridge
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The prophet promised help, a song of hope floating in the morning light
love for the dandelion
Lilies blooming in the broken asphalt, begging to be considered
broken birds, with wings made of wishes
Saint Stephen by a chest full of arrows, got pinioned to a tree
while a thousand sparrows gathered in his branches
Garden ponds and baths gone dry, water stolen by the sun
cats cry at empty basins, biting at their fleas
Forgive them…the hungry and the homeless, living through the heat and cold
the lean dogs wandering the city
blessed are the meek
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A powder-blue parallelogram, like an unplanted—field, broken
Blue-black ink flows from the pen
A string of sapphires, dawn’s bejeweled horizon, smoke curls off the tongue
The trumpet wails in mourning
The azure summer, naked in the cloudless sky, a flight of sparrows composing
The poetry of shadows
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