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Sparrow's fall

Walking in beauty,
circled by circling fire,
sparrows fly briefly
through bright light halls.

Briefer here,
in shortened flame,
sparrows flew into the dark
beyond the reach of arms.

We stand, brief sentinels,
pausing in brevity, silent,
marking the brief moment
of a sparrow's fall.

 

October 6, 1999
Somerset

 

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