House of Heart

Outside my window

beyond our desperate garden,

there’s a derelict nest in

the crown of a Linden tree.

A broken winged sparrow

swooped up by the wind

will never fly again.

Since you’ve gone I’ve become

a dying flower in need of rain,

a broken winged bird forsaken

like that abandoned nest.

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