sparse
my mute heart
consider how
the damp sun
bends over wet
grass on grey days
& know in dark
months swallows
too long for open
skies to throw
their throats
into joyous song
sparse
my mute heart
consider how
the damp sun
bends over wet
grass on grey days
& know in dark
months swallows
too long for open
skies to throw
their throats
into joyous song
