Love Song
by Carol Muske-Dukes
Love comes hungry to anyone’s hand.
I found the newborn sparrow next to
the tumbled nest on the grass. Bravely
opening its beak. Cats circled, squirrels.
I tried to set the nest right but the wild
birds had fled. The knot of pin feathers
sat in my hand and spoke. Just because
I’ve raised it by touch, doesn’t mean it
follows. All day it pecks at the tin image of
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Ahhh. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWow, just ...wow. That's profoundly sad. And beautiful. And, yeah, one doozy of an opening line.
ReplyDeleteDitto the Wow.
ReplyDeleteShe brought that little sparrow to life for me, too!
Lovely with a sad yearning all rolled into one. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteJust because she's raised it, doesn't mean it follows.
ReplyDeleteThat smacks you in the head, doesn't it? Lovely poem.
Oh, Delish. And the closing line, in my mind, lives up to the opening line completely...
ReplyDeleteThe last line just grabbed me. Haven't we all experienced that moment at some time in our life?
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