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Apr 2013
When the many
penny-sparrows
fall
to
the ground

[copper autumn leaves]

I fear,
lest I am worth
far
less

[and forgotten]

I have
his
sworn
word: he never will,
and
it’s never enough

[for me]

my heart scorns
to believe
impossibility--
this sparrow

[you are mindful of her]
Elizabeth Asay Gibson
Written by
Elizabeth Asay Gibson  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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