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Love Song
Carol Muske-Dukes
Love comes hungry to anyone’s hand.I found the newborn sparrow next tothe tumbled nest on the grass. Bravely
opening its beak. Cats circled, squirrels.I tried to set the nest right but the wildbirds had fled. The knot of pin feathers
sat in my hand and spoke. Just becauseI’ve raised it by touch, doesn’t mean itfollows. All day it pecks at the tin image of
a faceless bird. It refuses to fly,though I’ve opened the door. Whatsends us to each other? He and I
had a blue landscape, a village street,some poems, bread on a plate. Lovewas a camera in a doorway, love was
a script, a tin bird. Love was faceless,even when we’d memorized each other’slines. Love was hungry, love was faceless,
the sparrow sings, famished, in my hand.
Love Song
Carol Muske-Dukes
Love comes hungry to anyone’s hand.I found the newborn sparrow next tothe tumbled nest on the grass. Bravely
opening its beak. Cats circled, squirrels.I tried to set the nest right but the wildbirds had fled. The knot of pin feathers
sat in my hand and spoke. Just becauseI’ve raised it by touch, doesn’t mean itfollows. All day it pecks at the tin image of
a faceless bird. It refuses to fly,though I’ve opened the door. Whatsends us to each other? He and I
had a blue landscape, a village street,some poems, bread on a plate. Lovewas a camera in a doorway, love was
a script, a tin bird. Love was faceless,even when we’d memorized each other’slines. Love was hungry, love was faceless,
the sparrow sings, famished, in my hand.
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