Every Night My Sparrow Flies
by Doris Lynch
On cloudy nights I don wings
and follow her—it feels like dancing
our bodies so close, sometimes they brush.
At each turn we swerve apart then curve
together again. To urge allegiance I place
her head at my elbow, her beak becomes
the tiny bow of a miniature boat
as it prows our world.
Doris Lynch has recent work in Tipton Poetry Review, Frogpond, Haibun Today, and in the Flying Island. In 2017, she won the Genjuan International Haibun contest.