Grandview Grille and Heavy-Eyed
Looking for a clean hole
to fly through,
the sparrow shoots his wings out
toward gaps in the city-
darkened buildings
providing a maze of wrong turns
for her, the recalcitrant sun-spec
Three rivers away
I sit on green, plastic crate
by mop water, broomsticks, black flies,
and flick my cigarette over the trashcans-
watching it soar
until it too hits the red dirt
Two stories down
yellow tractors growl their gums
into the grass-
they burry our footprints
under piles of clay earth,
like a graveyard of the travels
we spent going in circles
I'm told, then, to turn off the lights
lock doors
and wipe tables,
feeling a bit unlucky
as the sparrow finds its cloud
above my ceiling
to fly through,
the sparrow shoots his wings out
toward gaps in the city-
darkened buildings
providing a maze of wrong turns
for her, the recalcitrant sun-spec
Three rivers away
I sit on green, plastic crate
by mop water, broomsticks, black flies,
and flick my cigarette over the trashcans-
watching it soar
until it too hits the red dirt
Two stories down
yellow tractors growl their gums
into the grass-
they burry our footprints
under piles of clay earth,
like a graveyard of the travels
we spent going in circles
I'm told, then, to turn off the lights
lock doors
and wipe tables,
feeling a bit unlucky
as the sparrow finds its cloud
above my ceiling