A universe collided
headlong with ours
and was unintentionally
bruised; such play as
spawn or beer on working
days, or mouth to mouth
with the neighbor boy
ashen gray. Nine months
of pregnancy is ladled
by heaven into flames and
these anticipate street lamps,
and are cannily beautiful and
afraid. They flee at larger light
and we wake and
motion them away, your
feet lifted and I feeding
your beak. What is
the significance, the
use of being sparrows
trapped in passageways?