Sparrow
A brisk wind rattles thin branches.
A small bird adjusts its stance
feathers ruffle just enough for stability.
it gives no attention to
this balancing act.
The bird is a wind-sailor, it has sea-legs
though it has never seen
the wind or the sea.
Nevertheless,
it thoughtlessly has adjusted the focus
of the universe once more.
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