The wheat and wind Seem to curl inward And trap her, Away from the world she knew. Just as her tiny sparrow heart Began to curl inward into itself, The air parted the wheat fields, Freeing her.Β Β
The delicate lungs that Give the sparrow breath and song Take in the refreshing air. She stretches her fire-feathered wings High and wide And under the violet light, The she sparrow Flies upward To kiss the apple murex moon.