A Sparrow In Maple

is there another way

this locked room is like no other

this thick door a sign a name for loss

hidden from sight it is unknown if

the he even exists

in an aching wind that never ends

cold walls shiver

old snow soot remain in

the trauma vacancy of broken streets below

a body tosses dreamless in deadened sleep

from a window a sparrow in maple barely escapes

flies off into what life

once was

JPPestana

A Sparrow In a Maple

1.15.2022