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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Prelude

 

 

Outside Mumbai in the not too distant

future there is a car

coated in orange dust

 

catapulting along pocked tarmac:  then

shattered metal and crush of glass

releasing a spray of wind—

 

shield becoming wave

leaving three souls looking

for the upholstered interior of the body—

 

through a process we do not yet understand

these souls scatter like yellow leaves

caught in a whirlwind:  one

 

settles quickly into the red warmth of a birth nearby—

merging with the nearly born

girl compressing through the pelvis

 

in the metaphysical equivalent of a cowbird

poaching nest space from the unwitting

finches who then run themselves frazzled

 

feeding what they perceive to be

their own—the other two souls

visit the in-between spaces of Earth and sky—

 

where they blossom and fade in the moist air

until an opening appears near Valparaiso

and they intertwine like fine white roots

 

in the cool rain drifting in over the Pacific.

When the girl near Mumbai is eleven and sees

a photograph of those green hills


she feels an inexplicable longing

then dismay when no one

understands how much she yearns to be there

 

sitting beneath one evergreen in particular

a ghostly form that is almost

but not quite shrouded in mist.

 

—Michael Bazzett