After the overnight rain
puddle-jumping, hopelessly late,
this morning, cab-spotting,
full of too-do's and to go's
I saw a sparrow
up to its knees in bilge water
shaking its head
flapping its wings
tossing drops
feather cowlick combed upright
happy with the world
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