some people look at you
as a stone might look at a sparrow
the sparrow all about singing fluttering in small pools
the stone unyielding
what can the sparrow do but fly into the blue
the blue understands
the blue smiles whenever there is singing
the blue is full of winds and hides the stars in cloudy pockets
but the stone is grim
the stone is grim
mary angela douglas 14 september 2020
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