sparrow, fly,

i see sparrows

with golden beaks

and selfish tongues

i see the lines in the sky

that they paint with their wings

sewn like thread

through clouds

black feet scattering

windtorn phrases

across my journal entries

tic-tac-toe scratches

in between the lines

i see bird bones and

feather ink

strewn across the sun

with their diamond eyes

and selfish tongues.