Today's poem is by Russell Karrick

Hungry Sparrow
       

A woman lets down
her black hair and darkness
falls over my shoulders.

I kiss her as if I loved her
with my eyes closed
and invite the sparrows

in the gutters to sleep here,
to fill the small gaps
between her body and mine,

to rush the dawn
with their mournful brown beaks,
to translate this sorrow into song.

Tweet

Copyright © 2024 Russell Karrick All rights reserved
from The Way Back
Slapering Hol Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission