A Book of Sparrows

[folded_wings]

"A Book of Sparrows"

solid words blacken the
doorway
opens onto a quiet universe

sparrows and blades of grass.

i creased your punctuation with my tongue and
pulled
outwards from your ear
came the war and all it's ghosts in the news
the veiled wedding party interred and

each numbered page became a dream
i had once of locks and keys
the sounds of your passing smelled of fresh paint
and the windowsill.

i was listenning for the fluttering of your deleted confession
and also an apology which sounds
like a hungry cat on a fence post.

i opened you starting with the acknowledgements, i let
you explain the index and
i held my place in your book with my damp finger.