Sparrows On Ossington Avenue

Kevin Irie

Look up.
On the stave of the powerlines,
waiting,
                    divided by posts
into measured bars,
sparrows scatter
from wire to wire
like small dark notes
                              in an improvised score
composed in flight.

Each landing
              transcribes
a new arrangement
commissioned by sunlight.

The sky written on like manuscript paper
whose fabric,

                                   so old,

has worn clear.

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