a hundred sparrows

I have almost left this town many times
I have packed my bags full of
Everything I see, except to leave one bit of me
On the window sill for you to find
To press against your heart and wonder
Where I am, like pleading

I have dashed in an open field
While my arms open as a plane
My palms gliding over the
Tallest evening rose
Oh my smile is as drawn as
You used to see
In nights of meeting upon
The dock
It all seems to rest now
So blank and cold
Though it was not very long ago
It has a vintage wrenching
As though I am withered in viewing it
But I am still your zealous girl
Unfurling my life near the sea
As breaking as I am free

I should call you back to us
Upon the oldest phone I can find
In some distant cabin where wildflowers
Grow as lavish queens and water sounds like
Ambling
Where our seeing each other again
Would flock a hundred sparrows

To ascend as we unite

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