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Aubde with Bread for the Sparrows
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21 AubadewithBreadfortheSparrows Thesnowvoidsthedistanceoftheroad andthefirstbreathcomesfromtheearlymorning ghosts.Thesparrowswiththeirhardeyes glisteninthedifficultlight.Theypreen theirfeathersandchirp.It’sasthoughtheywereone voicetalkingtoGod. Morningsareasustainedhymn withouttheprecisionoffaith.You’veturnedthebag filledwithmoldingbreadinsideoutandwatch theoldcrustsfalltotheice.What’sleft buttowatchthedaylighthalvedbytheglisteningground? What’sleftbutanemptybagandthedustofbread ravagedbysongsters? Thereareruinswewitness withinthemomentoftheworld’sfirstawakening andthebirdsloveyouwithinthatmoment.Theywant toeattheairandthestarsthey’vehungeredfor,littlerazors. Littleurgentbells,thebirdsstealfromeachother’smouths whichmakesyouhurt.Don’taskformorebread. Theworldisinhastetowaken.Don’taskforaname youcansurrender,fortherearemoreghoststoplacate. Don’thurtforthesparrows,fortheyloveyoulikearoad. ...