wingbeats

Won't you take me, sparrow
--just a piece
over the tree-crests
to the foot of the clouds
into the shifting ravines
and ridges above the tile

Go!-- too small,
for the air to notice

wingbeats
less than a leaf waving

go.
the woven branches
you untangle
the buildings rise
hang heavy
below

and you softly flicker
above them

Carry this- take it,
with you up
flitting, go lightly
you, and the piece
that you could carry
slip quietly
across the earth
uncaught