Royce Sykes

Sparrows in Flight

Sparrows flash across the sky,
flocks like thin, quick lines
inscribed against a leaden parchment.
Each one a vivid punctuation
when feathers stretch to drive
them, then faint as they glide,
wings pulled in close.

I watch until my break is over,
then return, faceless, to my
pre-fab workday bin.


The 2River View, 4.3 (Spring 2000)