Bounce
A small tree sits among
bouncing sparrows.
At this time of day
a groundhog may appear
over the edge of something earthy.
The world arrives each day
blaming no one,
the sky wipes its face
ten or more times a day.
Sun up, sun down,
people come and go
appear or disappear.
Forever, is just a walking dream.
Ten times a day or more
a sparrow will die in any flock,
many are born
from sky blue clouds.
The sparrows bounce.
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