over steady streams the sparrows call to me
under the trees, the smell of the cattails linger
in my nose, the grass pricks my thighs
like those pointed fingernails
and those curled fingers, the simplicity
of it all, the way the sparrows chirp makes me fall
down to the earth, as they fall when you clip
their wings with your pearly voice
and piano keys
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