Gale In the Night

“There were silver sparrows feeding in the shadows of bricker-bracken on fresh pine nuts from an old hope chest’s cones Theirs were waning wings tarnished in the window of a bricked-up build with a china hutch from an old age gone long I came on haunting heels creeping like a widow of a blacked-out bond who misses much from an old age gone long It’s all an adage gone wrong” That’s how you sang like a gale in the night and the stars met that had been crying out for eons I cut my hand on the feather in your hair and the sun set as a drop of blood into the ocean I felt so sane with an eye to your words a striving get for seeds still being sowen I swear the wind has never blowen