Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Boy sparrow, girl sparrow
fly and dive
beaks kissing the thrust of wind,
breasts caressing the silk of clouds
they flap their wings
and sing and sing
of tales from every continent they have
been to discover and see the sea glow
merry, deep, blue and below.
Together they dance a tango
of love, freedom and for the miseries there
they escaped being
clipped, torn, ragged and
like their two legged friends down,
In the lands of heat and brown.