Airmail
I rescued sparrow from post office floor,
She flew from my hands, no postage was due,
Hedged between boxes, for aid--bird implored--
I rescued sparrow from post office floor,
Certainty of rise was just out the door,
Runway transformed--linoleum then blue--
I rescued sparrow from post office floor,
She flew from my hands, no postage was due.
Laura Stickney 2021
no postage was due, beautiful L
ReplyDeleteI love that poem. Thanks Laura.
ReplyDeleteJean