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A Forgiveness of Sparrows
In the early dark of the morning,
dark inside the crypt of my bedroom--
you sparrows came to me there.
I had only said in mind these words:
a forgiveness of sparrows
And there you were, feathers
all fluffed out, and I
searching inside myself.
I think now to tell the better truth -- to say
that mixed in with my need for calling you
was Brueghel, his painted picture with the crushing board,
trip-cord, and feed for bird killing
and my imagining snapshot young Hemmingway
capturing pigeons in Paris to eat them
and feeling the presence of
the one small bird I'd shot as a boy
out of the apple tree
falling falling falling
Sparrows, forgiveness flies all around me!
The world cries out, everywhere!
A police car slides down my street,
as I hear your first chirp in the morning.
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