Friday, July 10, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle
A woman lifts a broken sparrow,
cups it in her hands.
What shall I do now?
she asks...
Sun runs behind a cloud,
the river licks its mossy shoulders,
trees shiver in a cold wind.
She places the bird
under a fallen limb
and goes on her way
in the fading light.
~ mimi


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