February rain . . .
yet still the sparrows playing
beneath a parked car
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Wally Swist
Wally Swist's books include Huang Po and the Dimensions of Love(Southern Illinois University Press, 2012), The Daodejing: A New Interpretation, with David Breeden and Steven Schroeder (Lamar University Literary Press, 2015), Candling the Eggs (Shanti Arts, LLC, 2017), The Map of Eternity (Shanti Arts, LLC, 2018), and Singing for Nothing: Selected Nonfiction as Literary Memoir (The Operating System, 2018).
His poems and prose have appeared in The American Book Review, Anchor: Where Spirituality and Social Justice Meet, Appalachia, Arts: The Arts in Theological and Religious Studies, Commonweal, North American Review, and The Woven Tale Press.
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February rain . . .
yet still the sparrows playing
beneath a parked car
—WALLY SWIST
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Sparrows are such playful creatures. I remember as a child when we had huge gangs of sparrows, but less so now.
I was overjoyed to own a house full of sparrows in the eaves. But less so when we lost one:
dead sparrow
how light the evening
comes to a close
Alan Summers
Haiku Canada Review, vol. 11, no. 2, (October 2017) ed. LeRoy Gorman
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But back to a joyful note:
summer wind
a sparrow re-rights itself
at the peanut cage
Alan Summers
Snapshots 10 (2004)
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Well sparrows are waterproof, aren't they! :)
I enjoyed this playful haiku.
marion