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1657

1657
What is a sparrow’s
Wing span of hours?
Did she mind the stir
Of cicadas stealing silence?
She’d light at my foot
With sure embassy:
I know you, sir,
Angling a small reacquainting eye:
Family’s hungry.
I haven’t seen her it’s been days,
Days gone by.

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