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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Cirrus (from Nuages)
 
 

God's little rivers. Star's hair.
Breathing brushstrokes.


      Pilgrim's weave.
Ribs of white boats, or eye-trails, or

 

      wind-twirls, wind children.
Thoughts of an old blue man.
White all through, with nothing We cannot be

 

    but water lets us be,

play and weave.


Then the yellow makes us weep.
Lavender eyes. Tears of pink. 


                   Sad marigold
at the edge,
                   go back to sleep

 

Sing we.
Purple fingers,


               gold heart.
                Pink starts.

                                         -David M. deLeon