Sparrow

But the sparrowwho hopped on hot concretelied to a Libra sky —it fell upon herfrom an aged sugar maplelike crows swooping,their raven-black sheenturning sidewalksinto dry midnight watering holes.a nest of ants has foundher wings& begins the difficultfarmwork of slicing specksfor hungry grubs —reincarnation is realthe iron in bloodwas born in starscarbon from the soilis all bodies& all bodieswarm from a star