From Hollywood to Ravenswood

Violetta Muzychenko, 1950-2019 (poem)

Sparrows fly to and from a tall tree behind my apartment

Near where you’d often come through my back door

bringing me bags of food

and your love

The birds fly up onto the nearby roof of my building

or dash this way and that

into other trees

to the east

and to the west

looking for twigs

or food

or better views, perhaps,

on this world

we’re all living in

You were a sparrow.

A small, graceful bird,

always moving,

always searching

flying high

bringing those you met

a glimpse of a blue sky

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