The Sparrow


I was pushed from the light
into dark through a hole.

My wet body hit the pavement
with a single thud.

I left my stain with the others' — thrush
of shadows among blood maple leaves.

Once, I flew toward home —
the white heat singed my feathers.

Their eyes peer through holes in the dark:

Which one of those beings filled with terrifying
light cast me out?


Copyright © 2006 by Elizabeth Twiddy Poems

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