The Question Of Wings Poem by Ben Partenay

think of the sparrow how the
nighttime withers in the face
of moonlight, it’s a missing kind
of hope that leads a lonely heart

to water, think of the flight of
the wind, the sparrows are
eating bread and holding court
of which I am a suspect, they

are taking flight and will be
eating bread in Stockholm, sip-
ping water from fountains in
the courtyards of Versailles

to have wings, my dear and
sit atop the towers, fly away
and perch upon an old tree
lonely with a hundred years

of bark, think of the sparrows
the ones that nest in my rafters
and how they are forced to share
in a young man’s sorrows