Sparrows
My head is growing light bulbs
the illuminance is very low
I ape the cries of crows
in their gilded cages
I am a coward to myself
vicariously living only half my life
climbing preverbal fences and hedges
I've never known my age
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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