Early Morning Sparrows Poem by Joseph Weitzel

Early Morning Sparrows



The crown of sparrow raised dirt dry side city house.
They flapped their elfin wings and caused a ruckus.
Some screeching and wrestling till they flew, specked
Against the red brick row, the art gallery and the brothel.

The dust from their appointed early morning bath
Still lingered as I passed through the storm to light.
Each brown chick returned when I went past and flight
From over wire, swinging from their takeoff, caused spark.

I turned around to see the spurger chirp of passerine and found
That thought has nothing else to do but create a stir and why.
Last night's rain just dripping from the loosened gutter spout,
Gullied to the dirt dust inched to line and abolished dry.

The pole transformer buzzed and exhaled a momentary groan,
Then stopped…the cackle cry disrupted time and skippered wing
Like delicate linen on the line to wind just flittered way to blue.
And then, the golden maple, limp from drought, came alive with birds.

6/21/12