Sparrow If I were you, with wingspan wide
to let me leave this soil and sail on winds,
and watch them from above, tethered, tied,
antmen lacking visions blue enough to singe.
Sparrow lend me skylike passion, dreams
to fill me deep with starlight, leaves and sun,
paint my feathers same as mountain streams,
turn the greens of greed to nature, soft and dun.
Sparrow sparrow let me be; I’m bound below.
Don’t tempt me in your lure of skyward songs,
I’m lost in misery of weight and this, your glow
and anthem reminds me that this life is wrong.
Linking to Marian’s prompt at toads.
October 14, 2019