ISSN: 1941-4137 |
Volume Six Issue One |
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Black Sparrows Near the yellow bush where they've gathered to punctuate the winter morning with full stops, I pause. Their shapes round, musical, notes against electric wires. Something smudged from a dream sampler. She bends to try on the sister's tap shoes, clacking with bent knees on the burned linoleum. The yellow and green merge. A black sparrow seems impossible, unless against the sun. The way the afterimage lingers, the pinch of the toes creating the wavering dance. |