The Sparrows of Matola
A flitting
In the deep green
Mango leaves
A sparrow
Same black vee chest
Same chestnut cap
A piece of universal home
In a familiar surprise.
We are
All over
Sparrows
We flit
We fall
He sees us
He knows we are all
The same.
S. Wakeman (11 Oct 11) i
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