Today's poem is by R. T. Smith
Hardware Sparrows
Out for a deadbolt, light bulbs
and two-by-fours, I find a flock
of sparrows safe from hawksand weather under the roof
of Lowe's amazing discount
store. They skitter from the racksof stockpiled posts and hoses
to a spill of winter birdseed
on the concrete floor. Howthey know to forage here,
I can't guess, but the automatic
door is close enough,and we've had a week
of storms. They are, after all,
ubiquitous, though poor,their only song an irritating
noise, and yet they soar
to offer, amid hardware, ropeand handyman brochures,
some relief, as if a flurry
of notes from Mozart swirledfrom seed to ceiling, entreating
us to set aside our evening
chores and take grace wherewe find it, saying it is possible,
even in this month of flood,
blackout and frustration,to float once more on sheer
survival and the shadowy
bliss we exist to explore.
from Messenger
Louisiana State University Press
Copyright © 2001 R. T. Smith All rights reserved
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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